|
|
<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>
2 q, \2 g+ X4 h$ e8 i( c& R, p( [' A. O/ ~9 k
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& E% v8 `& _2 w0 \8 m( e! U3 S2 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- D9 k* e8 k) b7 H3 @1 T+ |: l8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 B! {4 W/ [/ R8 l2 X) D& e" {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 _# H1 R9 @ ]4 ?, ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,; _# t& U0 S" p4 w1 c. s
How you suffered for you sanity, $ O" w2 M' ?: g" T8 Z3 N
How you tried to set them free, : {( l3 ^( k8 `5 l# y/ V+ _+ m( E7 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; F) d9 @* \/ G! \' a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 l) k `6 n# ?& C n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 u5 F# k& r% E# J" C. WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . d7 {# ^/ K% y, _, _4 D" G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! f$ U/ j# G' X8 s2 }
; F* r- F) _9 o4 {. L
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 C# e2 v5 d' t5 J3 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ]' O2 F$ J+ r0 }# H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 v% [: R# U& D
But I could have told you, Vincent, . O0 l7 y7 H7 h# ?0 h. `0 C' X9 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) J. s1 V- r. ]7 D: P
) g( @ Y8 O& K& t- L' q
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , u" l: t. X: r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: O$ O7 T$ D1 w% bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
V* c% w7 Q( _, u/ rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
& h1 P% C0 u7 @+ [( y' o9 i4 }$ S: Z
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' T( j% ~& I) u! h( Y1 g; k8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
|5 j7 E \5 K2 ^5 u2 {* uHow you tried to set them free,
) H- t# V& r$ p: o, bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 O8 m7 k; ^4 m; J& u2 }
Perhaps they never will. |
|