|
|
<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>+ ]) E2 Y# [" @* T$ L
4 _. @' `5 r4 w, U- q$ b- i( R0 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + `5 O; t2 @/ F1 y! ?: x- M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~5 w/ P- w" B; |3 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 F, U! W1 P( y0 L" TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, w: e( M6 ~. }( ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ^# L5 }$ M; `7 Y' H2 Q# EHow you suffered for you sanity,
" g, K, J) J- G' iHow you tried to set them free,
, w( w1 ~) S/ Z) ?: J1 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' r( _/ P+ c: C8 `8 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , N: Y; Z! W" I8 r8 o0 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 J. \/ B8 e! g6 t; b. [, R wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' J9 }8 e8 \) S7 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 S0 [/ V7 E0 x. D
* V8 p5 f' j, @3 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ l9 |' o! L# U8 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " G* V8 i+ `" o" d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
I2 `7 Z. {7 ~) U) b6 j% `5 a5 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Y5 H7 M" Z& @" {- m5 C, w1 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! k& r4 y' u/ }' J! ?, F
/ I7 c4 S: V0 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 @5 d- [$ L! [+ e n0 ?0 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ p$ u: h2 C) f( o' |7 H4 a4 G" fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 A& F3 k# M7 }, ]1 o H# K3 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 F6 _' A) i% H) P* A/ j ]2 `5 w
# _! `0 G# w! p5 q. V+ y! D, BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 ]; @8 y# X/ }3 A* F
How you suffered for you sanity,
& X$ |# t2 |3 n, ZHow you tried to set them free,
9 q3 Z& [9 F( y3 A, lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ L, g% X$ p, r# f9 I& M$ b CPerhaps they never will. |
|