|
|
<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>
3 W7 V- E* g# q( Z3 o
K3 I" J, U' N& jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 t8 w, A- e: f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" {% Q: D- w8 Z5 @1 B, tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' l. H0 ?4 D9 N* ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 H% p* } O8 Z/ H4 b% p! x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& z8 k8 t8 Y1 |% [! U1 ]. e+ V
How you suffered for you sanity,
- m. s* h3 k! J% JHow you tried to set them free,
/ V: z! ~. U& E+ B7 K7 `7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! h; t/ M* k# x- W: i! ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + S2 Q, u9 J9 f/ w. N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 Z( V9 T P' q* U% f4 R0 I7 ?0 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 {& u1 w" p6 z, S0 b/ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ `' b! B0 W$ R* n. U5 L" b
% K* q k7 W8 O2 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! \- A6 E4 }6 d8 L/ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - B: H8 T9 L1 C% S8 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , [: Q9 b# u% O- [: L0 s: [
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( F+ W* M& u, E+ n; s8 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + o9 ?1 y& u) J3 Q/ g
7 I5 ?9 X% l1 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ?" X$ Q6 m+ f) }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% K' G$ z6 w' w2 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s6 Z9 I: l4 g* T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ~: K9 _" o, Q% t' t" P7 n0 K
% [/ @9 G6 E$ v& c- N5 m; Z
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ j) @' H6 L/ L! a( s) EHow you suffered for you sanity,: U) L: V6 K; j. M6 i1 e
How you tried to set them free,
8 w4 g! n D: U; XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" V& b! V; y |4 O1 Y$ ^Perhaps they never will. |
|