|
|
<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>+ l6 J6 b# C1 E i3 m4 _
9 }9 ^9 e& S/ Z( n0 `; L
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 j% M* U" c& A# F5 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J- c- M. Y4 R5 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! f1 P/ O3 G) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 h+ l3 a- z) [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) E3 N9 ~' t- I: q! I: pHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 w+ u& s" D: o2 |, v* o4 yHow you tried to set them free, ' B. v) _: ^$ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 k% h) o! k9 z) m; d/ V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / s8 k1 j$ Q' _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& r. [- f" a% s' L7 _' e$ p' R* CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' X# v9 g" R/ i9 t' H9 s" c0 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 g. d5 R4 d0 S6 ~4 U. @
" W7 R, N# Q# z' o S) |3 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , w0 { [, G# W6 A8 N/ p- D G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 r& ]' V( v) j8 }" r, {% dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ v2 A) w. B1 y4 a7 H. F; o. `But I could have told you, Vincent, * \; e0 h5 R6 l1 d3 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
: v7 @ X+ M. i& p9 h" x" t4 M/ l! c# u5 L. O
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ?- [& O c. Q. e! }$ `4 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
t6 b$ J; _$ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( G. X! B( Y8 B& ?7 S1 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
1 S' v% L) g/ ^/ n( D$ t3 }+ Y6 c6 Q9 j; H$ U2 R% |
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 j3 i" O4 Y' w* b) c3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,4 d6 x; S7 l% _
How you tried to set them free, " @: ~( e7 v8 @! l; `' m: q- v1 B# [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- w5 @4 N) N* gPerhaps they never will. |
|