Tag: valentine

  • 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…