|
|
<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>
9 t, @, O4 F) K2 ~# t5 y3 v) G4 J
6 g( v! _) \$ h1 i* qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 }1 ?: L; t/ o4 t+ {( m- M$ q1 r; ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! g' W4 }6 X1 G* [( ^2 w- `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ?8 ~7 Z4 I+ H* W1 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ A3 {8 C, t. MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Z5 Z$ l' P1 J3 h5 c V4 K2 `( D
How you suffered for you sanity,
. R( g6 O! P( w& v6 T) VHow you tried to set them free, 2 p2 D4 P4 J9 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 c0 l$ z. f6 v6 H { n' w0 r3 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 n( n3 M l5 Z, [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : n- m, c( g0 l% h' V# H) G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - N: ~4 p8 o: R: `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; c0 N' D" r: }) M3 F' @; I' r
; J+ N- H' }! M, N9 w
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ j. s! H1 k/ K' U. qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' H9 M2 L: Z- u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 g# l/ A$ f( ?! F* wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 w$ I' q- j7 A/ f% G. u0 s& v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G$ Y9 q1 K& l/ L7 J# A6 ~
9 M# w4 a4 M2 Q# ^
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 }$ o0 u9 D8 V/ k& m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' T& f2 ~0 E$ x! w: G% QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: X2 q* a: K$ PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
5 u; X% Q4 O! X% M& Z3 c3 j7 R; W* O; S- K( `' L3 V5 n
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; I" ]! b Q0 x$ fHow you suffered for you sanity,- b* z5 w( o; G7 T9 Q# c, t
How you tried to set them free, ' ]- j- X/ f' o# w+ o! f0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 L5 y& L! T$ U8 w$ bPerhaps they never will. |
|