|
|
<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 V h- m x0 z$ |7 N8 [5 D, w0 p. I$ O: ?! q% N% E4 N: N# N
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 o" {* Z m8 L! @( W5 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) {5 I0 w. b* w1 X! P SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Z8 e/ {% J$ F$ v+ b! jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " r" p' _9 C$ @* T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* y! z# m. b6 t- [2 o
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 z% S7 o7 C1 f l# b) P
How you tried to set them free,
0 h* Q3 _& z/ K, A- oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 z9 a( B5 `! z7 c* E, bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 |+ c1 Q* u; t% x; K* ~* ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 n* I/ k/ |! Y( R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- g7 Q% L0 Y- C/ J. c; B8 U& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . g, T1 T6 }# H. Q1 k
# y" G4 J: ?. w" M& z* Z! _3 ?& qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 g4 j& ?0 I" y& TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 L0 Q/ v" s/ O! v/ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * d [, A8 [) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, , T; `/ ]: z4 A1 L0 ]* ^2 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
( ?! ] {* l' i. X7 K% b* _% [/ g( n% |6 [ j
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 a" ~0 N3 a; U' x9 B) L9 \5 G! H* YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) P1 K- p$ N& h+ ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + r O Y; b" d& R) P3 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
! U4 H" l3 Z3 z8 a$ n& ^
$ T2 }' q8 e7 u9 g; bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 P; J2 o* @ _3 R2 k0 k9 i' x
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 D' K. f1 ?9 V( QHow you tried to set them free, / X4 K# U1 ^1 {2 a; h" v$ Y5 v1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 G( Z) j T/ \: C+ k
Perhaps they never will. |
|