|
|
<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>
: h0 ~8 h3 u$ v6 w) z$ Z+ @" M& }0 R7 E: Z5 D. H% w& M
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ~# L/ ^) g, z% U' _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 O6 g* ]* M$ [+ ?- `( u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. @5 \2 l. n/ A4 r' S9 z% qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) E# M/ w+ o2 c9 X% ]3 {, D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 c! i u5 D1 ^% `& {How you suffered for you sanity,
3 }2 n: @* v* ~/ Z2 u! W; RHow you tried to set them free,
& n# {- x" m0 G( J5 |! o0 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ I1 v, w# o9 [0 D+ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, _: o0 u6 G. |0 ^1 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 m. o6 m" y! ^* ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 F) C3 K, w% e4 X+ P* `* c. i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
" P+ O% F0 r5 |
% ]0 j% Y6 K+ A; sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, \$ [2 @- a N/ ]& f/ l2 q$ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& u" p4 G5 Y$ P& L' BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 B% M5 h7 q; P6 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' o$ V. q8 {! }5 {6 J0 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ~: A- K, Q7 a: X
9 X! k x# n4 B' z
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) J: ]( o- ^2 ?) S& L; m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( c8 K8 v, \$ p% I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 m: Y. q+ ^& V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
% j0 p4 W8 ]. i+ ?. _5 \" @' _8 k4 d+ }: i: y! D+ ~
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % D5 ^# s# B' c9 U. c" J. D
How you suffered for you sanity,, q6 [ q7 |7 K }3 ?
How you tried to set them free, & L. ~5 j( h* s& r3 q3 R: n. ?% z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 C- }5 f) b8 k+ g; X" w
Perhaps they never will. |
|