|
|
<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>
) K% s& ~2 u% r# o; }( W* _5 e. L3 ], D R: R: Y
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - f. n. d3 W4 ? N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ?3 l& k# I* eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' X# A j6 W9 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
d( Y0 a5 a# L8 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 a; k5 t- U) N4 o: `How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ]% y+ M# a, q* b0 @
How you tried to set them free, 3 _$ @8 F" p9 a3 y- h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + J( `* R w6 M& a% C9 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O' ]! i3 e0 `, T5 Y+ I7 a6 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : _1 m0 S' \3 } Y. b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & S" _; m+ S; s- J0 k7 B3 n% a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! q/ U1 Z3 R: C
3 o' s; q8 d# \. @8 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" i0 r3 {4 n5 Y& _2 x- i* mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, @0 q) Q5 f, a% p$ s; I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # [/ _% {( F% x0 i/ L2 A! m" C2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 o* g1 e3 C. X2 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
& Z+ B* q7 `( [! L9 Z: o) k5 m- R! h& D! }* Y
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - c$ t: w/ t, Q* b8 t( {* m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ?& M7 l% j( k: R3 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) a$ h% \7 h; a, lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' C+ k; G7 D' r( G! V
1 B. l% m- L4 A# `. l4 L: qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 m1 y- M' a. m" i; Z8 wHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ]5 G2 l+ z6 b1 B/ M. U' o
How you tried to set them free,
! h( G* n9 m3 M7 o3 H/ ~$ eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 F" J+ p4 z( d$ t1 n( w. l
Perhaps they never will. |
|