|
|
<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>
( [ }, }) f* V$ B0 h
; a+ @* k% t0 E% }0 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 m) W3 {# \+ F) l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" R- o' s& h0 O% T H. i7 [3 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ?! ?/ w. f9 A5 {0 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( [ s! _3 q! J# C2 k, B# b( {; D dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: U/ b- ]9 l- M3 y3 q5 k5 n6 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 _, u! a& y/ NHow you tried to set them free, 8 K% o% Y. u% v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 m$ u$ @/ ]& G$ K- O- z3 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ]' d5 L* f6 \& RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: U0 i7 V7 k* S+ C0 }7 E, UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ B0 M% P5 z$ M8 C* J( k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
2 s0 F! O4 ]( Y4 F: j! Z" ~# c1 f" i! o# p1 |9 X
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; c0 e! ?. X+ r1 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ L8 d" y/ s9 w* K ^% P; M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , t# |6 z8 O. t! ~, Y. _5 m/ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, n* g+ q- W" ^" C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
$ t9 U$ H5 G S" Z! J8 M
1 D2 K. _$ o) q9 r8 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 q p3 Z0 p# Z' ]$ j4 M3 G9 H3 W. |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ y0 y4 }. x0 d" X! d5 v6 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 {, V% n, u3 a- j2 C2 w; oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % {! Q' R6 U3 \3 i& }- A3 q
7 |2 ^6 [6 T( v4 m0 M- o3 p& ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; A$ K& m# Q, Z1 gHow you suffered for you sanity,8 H' o; T8 o5 `% V1 F% j- r
How you tried to set them free, 2 g! h( h9 D. U' \3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 A. m! e1 h! U+ A
Perhaps they never will. |
|