|
|
<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>
0 F4 g4 G, c5 A G' b$ T/ u; X* j. X; c! W
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! p. a9 k+ @* C, `# R4 w0 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Z5 O% q4 X! Q) ?7 u* C* u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ U) q( y7 ?% R; k' t: o6 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 O$ \* b Z& d6 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" G0 A1 N& `- x; @1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
# g: k( p# t& ?0 ^8 q1 rHow you tried to set them free, % {0 ~! |$ u( W: u, s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 \$ q/ |# x- e; R: y7 [, A1 D! B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! @% h( W |; N; w2 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u7 i6 C& J% Z- }# n: tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z: `& V) u/ c: `: s* B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ?& s$ V& Z D3 X+ U! G; g
. U* ^% g. Q, [1 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. o! t' V3 q5 `1 w/ O0 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, X4 \4 _% V( T, ^! T" B+ R' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 B- p ?6 K, f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ f9 v8 ]; ]6 q/ A/ b iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
6 R5 s: ]4 G9 l- T, O
/ s+ n2 H# [5 \- Y, j$ p4 _. _8 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' G" O4 a! I. V* g' w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]& F3 @7 A8 O& `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ^, c6 X; v5 ?. R* R7 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j& v7 A5 s( O: g7 S, b
6 r1 P/ R4 }" ?7 J' W
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . [2 h0 m+ G) i: f6 w# T
How you suffered for you sanity,: {; z" q* n; \+ d! j- H
How you tried to set them free,
; n; |6 @! v' }* dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# F/ o; Z3 G7 t9 e+ w7 ]Perhaps they never will. |
|