|
|
<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>; B9 |% F/ @4 W" ]
# V3 S* Y: H4 V" p- ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! }$ I! n( R& sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, a0 [3 a, y4 f4 o3 o: nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ r! n$ O; r `6 J* JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 h# I. X& p/ v; {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ y8 l. ~ T& {
How you suffered for you sanity, * m( `% ^ y5 ]! y; A2 w
How you tried to set them free,
7 o- h1 n* S6 F1 J4 G2 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) P" H$ r% M" o4 n8 b2 s6 M! N* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ B0 p# m: j. `" X- p# k) ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % `) ]: a+ v7 J* Z5 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# W8 E8 r& i% s7 J$ [# {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : N3 ^# ]% f; }; z* I- z9 R
2 c7 W4 W9 t( |9 I7 ~: d% F6 K0 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
r$ g1 A5 O, B; V! @- dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 x2 M( `. q( m, p( C" d# y9 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 H% q( J+ g0 Y4 {. T9 m. j: a0 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ` q+ r, H* d, P% T# \% `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
2 l" H4 s8 ?0 E) i2 k4 q5 b, J: N N' G4 P& k7 S
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 w' p* F4 A' o4 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! `1 @* v) q j( Z! h+ _! p! K- C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 z" f3 _' u$ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 e+ g) S8 i1 I0 H0 k" R* N1 a0 C
+ A8 N' i( O' Z3 T' hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 t* R7 @% ^3 Q5 NHow you suffered for you sanity,& T! H% m. i9 S0 E" C/ s) W
How you tried to set them free, 2 t3 f M9 `, {. Y. Q* a3 ]2 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 `; l3 U1 ~' Z$ @% o2 c1 a* R
Perhaps they never will. |
|