|
|
<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>
. p0 ? x" m- U+ p* j& Y# ?7 K6 _8 Z7 s# A& `+ Y
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; j, U# @6 m9 D1 q5 V* d1 h/ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" K& P8 ~' n$ q) S7 O2 f9 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- V5 I: @( }9 B0 ^) m/ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : q* b. P. H, `* p* s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 o4 C1 K. Z M/ x1 y' O
How you suffered for you sanity,
! P' O9 r( r$ y' ~- u9 mHow you tried to set them free,
4 s/ P/ L$ d8 V. i( ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! U6 Z, x4 E" G& E0 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( U& U$ M1 `7 q. R3 C- w, HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 }, v( W3 j& }8 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! M+ S4 w: Y- S2 L8 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + t* i4 O9 Q3 s( r* g
" I. Z- N* S0 z2 @3 a! k$ i" W% }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - W" Q0 w. k/ R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, p1 q2 `3 G, u$ g* J1 _ `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Z: L' g# x( H+ k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; y( ~& s1 D- {7 e3 f& _2 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : m! F( O, s2 N2 A
: M) m5 Q8 o1 C3 p& J
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( h2 B. b7 z8 \& m$ ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" t. d& C) E( oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ~3 W/ t) Y V* o/ ?! d2 k+ p! m6 K; Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
& R6 r; A+ Q) i" A( v
/ G# X" \# t' A: o& v- N: RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e6 w9 X7 c& K6 E4 J% ^2 r
How you suffered for you sanity,0 n* a; l) h6 S
How you tried to set them free,
& S6 W% E* F7 D- ]; w: RThey would not listen they're not listening still, r3 c: Z5 r, ]" s
Perhaps they never will. |
|