|
|
<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKBF5q7mks&hl=zh_TW&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKBF5q7mks&hl=zh_TW&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>, Z- @0 j! {! j* J7 ?( G
5 }8 S8 N; B* v5 A
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * b1 x* c; c! q3 \0 r5 m4 O1 ~* E0 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # g# v& g4 I0 _, s7 L6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% b) J- k: x0 f& q, s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- }1 E- _2 {- L5 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ G( F3 h C- @How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N/ T6 c! d0 e: j6 VHow you tried to set them free,
) Z l& B+ i, \$ d: lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / M3 w) z- {! A5 _0 Z0 k# s2 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 w) O8 `1 R9 H+ G1 n3 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ U7 I" O0 w3 P7 W }/ n% n$ S: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 s; h0 ~1 K1 S3 j! [* l% {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * R4 d( R8 \+ ?4 v1 ^# w
: X/ y# l3 {: v! L# I+ k5 Z8 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 H# y5 k* I* | B. a3 Q9 n( ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , B( c$ _0 f: N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
l% L* ?3 `) k x' qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 Q! g+ ]/ G; z0 n9 T% iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
4 o+ y! q. q* B4 O7 u3 D: p1 i" Q, u# ~6 y4 a& f/ e( t- s
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& z. h( S, b/ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 L- }( Q, P6 {/ _7 [$ R% XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 S; q( h9 p: T$ q- F0 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
! R- T H& F6 X/ e. P4 v7 Z* n- A$ ?7 o% W- u! I E
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ~. a& A. T# }- K
How you suffered for you sanity,
- @! e( \9 V) ?* j" l2 ^How you tried to set them free, 6 C7 @- p. d, U* r) d% H4 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, - l( u1 t% B) d, m
Perhaps they never will. |
|