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! R8720vhEjR/WcoFsY/R6l+zbGWpU3Kwi9Ad7hyWL6WOy2o+0UDbIpsswOwaHbkRV
