|
|
<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>
( s$ z0 k# i/ f8 k9 t$ N
) @. D, t. E9 G0 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- a- L# N: T# l2 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 a! u* I7 g& k2 g$ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Y P# b- h* [ V# R2 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ a- i/ ^/ v+ T6 J& L. K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& l; g1 A8 Z" Z- w, ?+ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ]" c+ ^/ B" j1 JHow you tried to set them free, 5 c! j) F& R3 [( V* f6 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Q+ m+ A# E* Z, |- K# D+ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 g( G+ C% ?4 U. U5 s7 C/ ]: D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , V' z f! U) O( ]" j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P0 C _- S A, NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ?) c& t* c+ B* H) M u
t* Z _. N4 J8 [+ y1 r
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % t C! A7 `& T; w# m% x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + p8 y; R1 `; M: i7 \0 v* j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* w4 \) T6 b7 O# QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 w X+ ~) m) D, l* [6 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. `6 L$ c; Q7 R
% ]2 }0 v1 H8 l. n! o2 D6 `0 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; m0 G+ K9 j3 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 q n M, K. I, |5 Z% TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" z( q# ~' ~9 E' |" h4 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! @) |, y* f, {) i% m
9 L& D* g& _# X7 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Q2 w+ _7 W& R" QHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 P# V+ Z' B1 ~' ZHow you tried to set them free, $ V, N: e* g B6 z. |% ]5 r0 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! X6 I' t9 f+ C7 H( Q" R$ l8 ~7 gPerhaps they never will. |
|