|
|
<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>
/ |# r$ `0 S$ E# B) a* \0 ^# R+ G
8 |( [3 e1 o) b2 [5 c0 u5 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + A ?+ T$ L1 r/ r" C& Z* l Q1 c! g/ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 u- Z' o7 m/ ?4 G. P7 `) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- E, m$ m% |4 O0 L, z UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 I6 F. t/ w5 M4 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# w2 y( s, f9 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ?$ b# \, R z, S, Z0 H; _6 L {! O( hHow you tried to set them free,
# p! r9 h6 l1 |$ d& rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " Z$ ^1 `" T. L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 A1 \2 J4 Y% H8 ^7 Q) \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * j/ V4 N8 r" V5 b% ^3 `* ~0 o, W3 G$ `6 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + L$ }' F" \0 R. |$ F9 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 [* ]" ^9 }; \- R$ H
4 R7 ?1 b+ m) | m7 I7 r# WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 F! I2 B6 b- g8 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 q/ l# A! \" S5 V8 k' [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 n5 c7 a5 {% V, \( hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ L2 R( X# G/ h/ k" TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % {1 ^' N* I, p0 O
# @4 {, r, H5 s7 M- ^
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l! }9 B: E5 j" v: V/ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 F9 M+ f. e7 \ t/ ]9 v5 u4 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( C- l6 y1 o+ x7 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . E2 b: |% p+ S4 Y" b) a
6 J2 T j9 k- y; x9 s4 }% p3 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 u& i4 k1 ~% L8 Y% }How you suffered for you sanity,5 d- k- Y. ^2 C' y* \: y/ g
How you tried to set them free,
7 b# r8 W( S3 ]: {" e' @They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 n% j( B5 Z3 O7 tPerhaps they never will. |
|