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! kikOwZU0qUK//RMrc61uJkFQHR7/7ltjs1KUj1mPOGsqeymIYXN7r+9Vfe7hsr9T
