The Night of Sorrow A lovely woman rolls up The delicate bamboo blind. She sits deep within, Twitching her moth eyebrows. who may it be That grieves her heart? On her face one sees only the wet traces of tears. Li Bai
The Night of Sorrow A lovely woman rolls up The delicate bamboo blind. She sits deep within, Twitching her moth eyebrows. who may it be That grieves her heart? On her face one sees only the wet traces of tears. Li Bai
