完成了所謂的理想 放縱了情緒的氾濫 汗都流亁 天都微亮 然後怎樣
擁有了旅行的空檔 卻遺失流浪的背囊 沿著軌道 一直流浪 然後怎樣
假期過完有甚麼打算 走過一個天堂少一個方向
誰在催我成長 讓我失去迷途的膽量
我怕誰失望 我為誰而忙
我最初只貪玩 為何變負擔
為何我的問題 總得等待別人的答案
我的快樂時代燦爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足 不敢停站 然後怎樣
What Then?
HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?'
All his happier dreams came true --
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'
Nobel Prize winning Irish dramatist,
author and poet wrote The Celtic Twilight (1893)
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