|
|
<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>
: h" k/ Y" Y- y/ k- c) i
; Z/ L5 ~, L" m- I! sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* R4 a ~) L7 E7 o: d. FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ @6 r S* |8 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 r& M6 L" U# b0 ^$ v. _! S g, c4 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / Y- X* m5 O4 Z/ Z' t* w0 h) C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 b" y* M9 U* E6 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ v6 b6 e8 p7 ^( k0 i: J( OHow you tried to set them free, ! ~* _: }* _# T5 l' k8 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* Z6 O2 U1 U" q! m1 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 o7 B# d* k2 }' h, d1 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 J ]0 _9 h0 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ]! c6 P; K* @5 g: k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
& a; m& F: ], {; A: j# J
% D2 W6 B6 F5 h$ \" SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) N9 x# N: k% |6 b5 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - y$ a, E. P5 F, B1 s; x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) e$ X& Z+ p/ K/ V) N8 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- M% j* \$ L; Q% t; @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
& @4 f2 X$ s9 d8 @" W! P4 Y4 a( E) o5 k2 V* c
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 P" x9 r8 [# r, W& ?7 ?7 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d2 o8 g, E% C* Y3 U# \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: e' ^+ N7 m1 a5 ~( b: t; {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ^3 B' h- V) N0 g, t: u0 ~% c
! Z8 S, q7 @. J r+ q8 q, t. V+ XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 D5 [3 y1 a; VHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 e$ ~! G6 y+ _+ ]) g# GHow you tried to set them free,
3 Z7 t" D& M# ?$ G/ l( t' WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! z8 z5 u) _% ^9 ^+ RPerhaps they never will. |
|