|
|
<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>6 a7 G- L; L4 a4 c5 a/ T, n
" ]$ j- V0 v0 u4 M. oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 E' o/ A4 G4 l3 e- u2 L) SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' l* y* r$ \9 L5 D4 b. K Z. n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) y# i' B0 j" CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 m; W) a9 t1 H' iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ~9 r9 R5 o3 J4 c' D
How you suffered for you sanity, + ]* p+ b0 D! U0 ~: K6 B# R
How you tried to set them free, 1 Q { k2 s P, n. K% p1 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w1 I6 \0 p! c Y2 Z( T/ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 {, e( r2 i; A/ v6 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! |. G V# a7 ~9 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& x6 A* j+ F; f0 F2 \% zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
% B4 u& u8 D0 X$ P/ I! g
5 v1 R) O, A$ U* G5 t/ f9 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' {0 w; T0 ?' ~/ Q+ q0 x: J4 I+ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ K: l$ ?4 j/ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% J, g; ?3 n6 J0 w1 b& JBut I could have told you, Vincent, : q9 h/ \- y4 u! d9 P* l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
" ]. x7 W0 D2 Q# `
1 D5 U6 T' T1 J6 ?' @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 N6 W# Y5 r7 _& g9 c' M5 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * m% p5 B! B5 h: I3 G$ R. |& a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ P1 f2 u7 ^# H7 D' o" YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
7 p3 c' T' Z* ~( {2 {4 F* u" L9 W
& i: ]& L! Q# g% @% F9 T" [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* g( r5 M4 w3 p5 @1 `6 tHow you suffered for you sanity,3 l& H$ B' G7 A" |/ |
How you tried to set them free, ! u: m: T' R8 t) x& I& O+ i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) ^6 b( {2 ~% B% f& O2 X& T( FPerhaps they never will. |
|