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! +9tfauwvxEfPbk9VQWop4Y/mCVReie4lR1qz1UtIw2Xn+NHWbLZBrPPf+CmnQheR
