|
|
<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>( P2 f; ^7 P/ h _% f
0 G& U1 I4 ~. ~3 S7 x( ~
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 G: W+ o/ o+ P. p5 s6 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # I5 {$ L! J+ ?' y4 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t' S: [7 f$ S$ m/ Y" @0 |! qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( l/ S; o! |2 K2 h) @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 ^0 ^6 F. `) |
How you suffered for you sanity,
& h* m! `; D3 qHow you tried to set them free,
, T5 q6 F; h* b% j: Q+ D8 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 p) Z/ w7 D$ |% D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* I7 L* U4 X2 R5 ]0 L4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. F8 D) a3 H! O+ ^: }: j, `& k! yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ~! f/ L. N$ Y! l3 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( \) ^( ?; b1 P% n
; o# J K5 P+ P1 }
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: \: {: Y9 r6 D* ?: DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / u* O5 p" K3 ^9 Y3 O2 I* ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # O1 c4 _( V; J
But I could have told you, Vincent, , x6 W" w5 r1 c3 c* K, k% ]' H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # T6 y h a5 o: G
6 x: l" M& } d
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, `) t" h/ C. B7 ?6 N* x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! c' ~( o$ l; w @' `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; `1 K6 j0 O5 e9 W3 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 M, e/ _, Y& L; N4 E, Y
; h9 k+ j0 }& x/ u
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# Y9 l: `. X( X* x, f6 jHow you suffered for you sanity,: ^, C. d3 e/ E7 c
How you tried to set them free, ( n% f5 r0 S3 | o: E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 [+ E; H7 b5 a* P
Perhaps they never will. |
|