|
|
<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>
! X/ G f J; V! q1 a d% _2 z$ A1 H: V4 W
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `5 C: X3 w5 v( z7 d4 q oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, l* E! n: o; u$ [5 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 W, a. c" G9 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 W7 H# P0 T) U" N4 l5 F* e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ^0 j8 o1 ~# E
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 B7 K. h% E' m- E) gHow you tried to set them free,
* V! R" d1 X) a* `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; l$ v' v) L* A1 ~9 E4 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ b" ^: f) v$ [2 p/ G9 o! u% D: |$ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + B* I/ V: B' z M3 s) R0 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) Z: P8 @1 b( x( F0 e+ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
p, g$ D' z$ a" b$ X" Y- D j6 N8 r" g
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . e' ]- J F' @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( W6 u0 n4 }+ Y% ?, o+ m( J/ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * r3 O9 `- p g' H( I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 V0 R7 B0 A: }. r* Z$ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ P M E6 W4 G* F" [! J4 r! F; P
7 Y5 a5 z$ h$ x0 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! i0 X8 }" q0 p' a" ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , G. M7 Y7 v# _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : { C& j4 p( \& G$ N e' U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K7 Y# v8 L$ q$ Q# o; a+ [
2 l4 _* `% J' ?) `& N' `. [* x
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . N# c) ~: I p- X: i4 E" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 {# ^. q* Z3 t5 F6 t+ @9 s2 NHow you tried to set them free,
* J& }4 [0 f$ `+ r* e0 C7 |# HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: W" E5 w8 T) w$ O) G# B- RPerhaps they never will. |
|