|
|
<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 D. \( W" Z* W* x* b/ p; k
3 ~* l- Q' S" m$ L. l6 y. LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; D/ ~% r. h9 K7 u# Z0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 w2 ]/ H |5 f7 r: v; j' {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ a7 C$ m) f* a" j; ]& }- l' o* Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! T- [$ i3 H F2 _* \- A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* e: ?" ^- q5 h- V" u7 B" x
How you suffered for you sanity, & H0 d" a, V2 M, T) W: T( [% q* x
How you tried to set them free, + h: G( T4 H* e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ I; \+ L5 o- c5 m' KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, U8 @0 S# T6 ^% I7 q, r, O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # J/ j5 z) Y8 y+ T) R, @8 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ u3 w2 z& x9 L vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
8 v! V( c3 b) c- W5 D# e3 m; Z. y9 g% m: L& o9 {3 E, A
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 q- x- I+ I: @- s9 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ b& P" @/ t7 [4 s- E! O5 ^) s6 n1 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - P) `2 ^& x+ J1 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 B" }( Y, p9 g) v; M* J+ Z; s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L( o( e2 o. z& P* T$ D
; t) y& V) W, Z1 F7 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Q: m3 q6 Y% m& HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 V# t, d6 E5 [2 O$ ^ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Q% r/ Y4 U" r* X8 u5 Z+ W$ O- ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
6 K, V o& _+ x$ Y4 ^! @ G0 w3 O+ o/ U. X3 {5 c$ c
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 T, n$ {: J( u! ^# W
How you suffered for you sanity,) N/ P: N+ [" F* ]3 D0 R
How you tried to set them free, X) C3 | R+ q; C6 N ~/ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: K% x" U6 q. n8 F+ TPerhaps they never will. |
|