|
|
<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># m8 m/ ? [* y: v' L1 w
) E# D! p& x. O/ S: p
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# a+ y) J5 G5 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , M* Z! u, g% O: D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# S0 d1 `" I: ]9 N8 \* C' \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 c/ }( ` A2 g. a1 G' W* X1 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! f0 b# B, g% l' C! h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; j2 a9 d8 z; pHow you tried to set them free,
. ~' P# j- n2 x$ n8 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # m( G, q9 C& I7 t" C n0 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# R6 a$ Z9 ]; M! s4 {7 d7 Z: O: x" j& `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ S& o: C# B0 I W9 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 {4 Q. q2 [: M9 F5 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
7 C6 w, \/ W t- J4 K, u
# _* q5 i* V7 b* BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / q% ?9 ^ p4 g f/ o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) T" p# A0 W2 G0 p: u2 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % F" k( A5 y* z/ u2 W6 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, x+ V3 F6 x/ X, A: f( K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . y1 M5 v. z4 E. y
0 ~7 j. P/ m5 U$ R1 z3 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; d' M2 F2 O9 S7 u, O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ [ L! G' }$ c0 p; G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# c1 W7 [% ?- {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # L9 _4 e$ m1 ^2 w( E
; \2 t( W. b/ w; [% S
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- J' q* y- R( [! ?+ N' YHow you suffered for you sanity,# u, L. n! b# L2 a# Q6 e& I
How you tried to set them free,
* r; j( Q( z8 D K$ ^" k& S. sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) }& z# n4 ]; v0 i1 o2 ePerhaps they never will. |
|