|
|
<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>
" j* n' {! O% A. \% b
% i0 z! W E, d: \6 V% n9 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' q$ }0 S* z D& nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P, n+ M2 t7 L5 H- G$ A4 o6 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 a9 T6 S( R0 H6 I2 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 j/ Q- [( K% [: g) Z& \ Y' ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 v5 C4 b# n7 P+ U; w) R
How you suffered for you sanity, ; C- W& u4 m9 T7 B3 n1 X3 F
How you tried to set them free,
, y8 s( A6 |0 s4 f. \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% A) d0 J9 F5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 [8 A5 m) S8 E( @9 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
N4 D2 e0 {& F$ ?& iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- K7 v9 L7 t; F3 @1 u5 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
* X- m" M' G7 R5 b3 Q$ `
$ _; E3 h7 n) @* [ A4 r: R/ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 `5 z6 T$ e8 }8 w9 U. tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 P# W$ }7 I ]& p) X4 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 l$ N" l' Z! e8 ^: @; \But I could have told you, Vincent,
' o4 O& }: e5 X3 T# [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 X. a) Z8 Z! Q5 m9 G
5 Q/ S( p$ Q% D) g* BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% K. W* Y) \" QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & o( s0 ?1 t6 l, B3 e8 S# x. l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, {' X. p3 L5 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
9 R* w+ V3 r- n$ C* J9 ^' w2 o5 _) ]2 q# Y* ]. W
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 B0 l! d& Z* U+ i9 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
. {2 D3 S8 t- T5 dHow you tried to set them free, - K5 |3 x6 @8 o, E! }! X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( S9 d) q, T$ ~' [9 m/ z( WPerhaps they never will. |
|