|
|
<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>5 [% a; u/ K" x: p6 h/ u) ^! ?" x
3 d# ^2 y' u( [* j$ i/ ]! J- Q( v
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 _( Y9 w3 N, MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ s3 [6 |$ g, `1 u1 S' R9 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Z- A) j5 O" E* ~ V' eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) y: l' i. }( c7 f* h% ]8 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 N7 N* E- ]$ V; S3 N/ O" c3 E5 IHow you suffered for you sanity, . J4 H( B: m1 N: \) X) P ?* [; E
How you tried to set them free, 5 W: ~( o- Y) m- ~% ~0 W. s; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, l, E/ F; H# \' P' ]% s0 A8 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' j4 H) Q2 k7 q+ X" P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) q1 H" } f" ]6 q- m! y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' g" M' Q- C- j0 z. t: J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " e. M$ V" M/ t9 o% n
% q u; W8 |) `2 z0 _
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 g7 U. e1 Q8 q, h& s2 @, F9 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 d3 @" G5 g- H9 }. L2 l2 E$ X: q' kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 A% Y" R: h5 Q. T0 N5 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 T/ o3 F( g1 X9 o8 d- Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
# c2 Q) @1 X$ T; X
2 D! j. f! z/ d# E3 I( CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_* b. d' U3 o7 k% S4 S2 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& P; i( Z5 k# t; E6 \0 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 `1 G x: \, X, `+ I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
4 @2 f, F. R9 z! T1 A# N0 m
& b+ z/ i+ H' e0 d/ m1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ g2 @, G+ j& v/ W4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
: w1 @& K+ E; X" g$ O9 R) J" UHow you tried to set them free, 0 T0 y5 U7 t0 x7 R! K0 c! k2 s" M7 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! Q' J: B( s, g$ ]) y0 Y. `
Perhaps they never will. |
|