|
|
<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 y2 g* L3 q6 G9 b! }
0 @2 j: a5 w6 [ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ O+ b x7 y1 X* M4 x& ~4 G5 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u) L! ^" q- EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, D4 Y4 L: r: A8 C8 L: u3 B2 q/ E% L6 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - _9 ?9 u9 [3 V. l' w! H- K3 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! M6 {/ n+ ^! w; oHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 H& |: Q4 _) @$ a9 } B8 d
How you tried to set them free, 7 }' X* M8 i2 [* w7 f# k0 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 x9 L. l6 b' n. N0 m3 Y2 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / u$ q8 i l# L) @( n/ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; I$ p7 ]- s( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 U0 S7 z7 [( Z1 k1 N# u" A7 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 e u* y" @( `- ^. R/ O4 @
5 R2 i# t) ^" i- X& R( P1 W8 E+ {
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 q* W$ h0 l K1 l: ^; V+ f4 T7 n9 i& RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ^9 C, W& Y8 g7 b5 U1 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ J: }/ u0 s- G0 J% n1 J! `: wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 B1 A0 @$ \! J7 L- v. D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
' W4 J1 F, d4 o, G1 W) C8 v3 K0 E6 U. q4 n
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 V+ p9 i' W) Q+ @7 r2 N5 ?2 Q, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 J' w* [' \, q: e- l* G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% @) w6 y! C V, V' @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
- F8 H: m5 W% d9 x7 y# K4 o3 l; |) N! \: p
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; I" e0 d2 ]) ?How you suffered for you sanity,/ |% A1 f8 C' q8 t9 }$ v
How you tried to set them free, * \# D) ~" E/ W/ S' m3 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! ^' J7 A0 ~" F& Q& g: n$ x) IPerhaps they never will. |
|