|
|
<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>6 `* O2 \% e( J/ `
# s _1 b8 P% ~% m+ ]
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ v$ j0 H( Y& x/ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 Y) b* I' O& B8 H9 H( X0 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 V4 J2 j8 ?* `/ Y: r# F/ ?6 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' U( ~/ `" x2 R V5 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ?# V" n4 n" i% R6 k6 f/ ], lHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 k: q' m$ u5 l# }
How you tried to set them free, 2 a6 t$ w7 a( k/ h# z2 v% S0 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 U2 N; U% c4 `- _8 y% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 T4 e: V" L2 y: ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( b3 m6 h1 n8 l. m9 L- r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 v4 A( o" J/ v9 o! cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! v. f8 P1 R+ y
; P. k8 t T+ l9 P' o
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 \! ~3 D, [" l3 C7 c: lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; A. X: {8 s) F. z+ q# Z$ F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : U4 ^8 Z2 ` \9 M& i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( v4 h8 Q- M* R5 J9 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & \8 h5 w$ ^3 I. i) y
7 f- r: b1 d4 _- l5 a: b C
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" W. X, H5 S# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , K7 O* X( F. s9 e; k3 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # y, N" M3 O% l2 ?1 o7 n7 C* {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
% [1 l7 t8 U* C: X5 ^, H0 k7 d: z a; G- E1 `! x1 m# |
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( g2 q2 l# Y4 |0 H1 M* t2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q5 N }7 \3 a! {; }( B4 P1 @
How you tried to set them free,
7 T- p/ v8 v- v, O8 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' k! L5 @/ V: c2 {, s6 z! gPerhaps they never will. |
|