|
|
<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 V9 f# v& S# j! P: t
$ w5 j9 C. T$ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) q9 P) S! R0 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) W' u$ D0 \" ^2 g# M2 i( I4 \4 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y/ m. Y3 f2 N1 v7 y- f4 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # E9 D r& ^4 u3 |" K0 I0 c9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @- y" C& q" L4 C9 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ y8 `9 [; ~5 _% [* mHow you tried to set them free,
$ }2 _ j3 N6 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# B) X8 v+ v8 b$ s/ `3 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& A+ ?: B$ H* R- w% Z$ K! ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 @1 f7 l' J# a4 ~4 | E6 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- A/ [; e% s/ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' p! H. E* h+ _$ i$ X
# B* S0 @( R+ E: R% |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 F2 y+ }! u; U/ H+ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 k& y5 P9 h4 S5 G; oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & S( D- g. w4 f l! A* i/ z" L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 M2 ^. b& E2 {9 n0 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
z5 h9 U+ T: S+ N% V5 }1 q4 b5 E7 p
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ~# R, Y2 f! P$ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% j, j7 @6 D+ w8 ~4 H0 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 b$ p8 ]7 [, B: _ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 s9 `7 R- E3 o
7 s( D8 h! P; h5 W, m; UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; r {4 x) i% a1 k1 n( @
How you suffered for you sanity,6 m! i# z( t( R1 m1 Q
How you tried to set them free, + q; f; I# s' p' x- M0 ~; W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 C6 q6 t3 |8 t& t6 a; R" tPerhaps they never will. |
|