Wang Changling
The young bride in her boudoir does not know what grieves;
She mounts the tower, gaily dresses, on a spring day.
Suddenly seeing by roadside green willow leaves,
How she regrets her lord seeking fame far away! kJQY4BhcIw5zo0bhQTqLhQ0hP4Me/mIQtyYhh+7Cqw5cimHEQ6XS47Zuq10vhAb5
