Where My Books Go

所有我说过的
所有我写下的
必然会展翅，不倦
不停地飞翔
来到你忧伤的心上
在夜晚对你吟唱
任水流游淌
暴雨阴霾
群星闪亮
Where My Books Go
William Butler Yeats
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.