|
|
<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>
4 I( t5 a- M8 P% F& O g! G# s+ `# {% y9 i; f, p0 C- G" ]/ l
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 O: A+ ]6 h/ ^9 a/ ~5 q3 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 y# ~$ G* a# J6 }: K5 J( H' VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' C9 F* v+ }9 `& g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. M2 F4 U% Y( m/ c b! Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& I+ ~ A ]$ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 U( ?# Y0 U' ^1 @ H$ DHow you tried to set them free, " H! ^) u9 D: F0 P7 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; {0 R6 y& r- P8 p# TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : r$ L; S7 M( z- c4 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 r+ m7 F8 C& G9 k9 _1 H' B ^( I# qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
j6 l: W: u* j/ x' ]/ nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
& H& N o- X5 g2 V$ d
2 m4 ]. R5 ?, d* q' E WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # S- g4 g5 i/ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # b, j% \7 X' ~$ d5 I! h( a$ Y- ]6 s6 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 l- r2 I+ ?; I2 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, [4 {# N* D9 V8 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & _9 c7 r; e2 ]
8 I+ L0 M. B% V8 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ {' A5 B! @* S/ H1 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t& W' _9 V, `; V- lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! P( l4 |- O- y. e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
2 ?# m) ?! ~- q o: B7 ?; @
H, y" ^9 U/ {2 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- y0 \! z. R o7 F) \+ _6 gHow you suffered for you sanity,: q \- P" D9 }/ N' b. F9 q
How you tried to set them free, 4 y3 P4 c5 j- K+ I6 F" }" L, \
They would not listen they're not listening still, & w3 g, O" a$ q& s8 D- R
Perhaps they never will. |
|