|
|
<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>$ g7 {1 i. w- m) O1 X9 ~1 [
' r4 Y U. X, ^( Y" N- r
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 U' \- R2 {5 c9 c$ h# J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# C: ~ _, U6 u" cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 I5 v' P* K" K9 b! E N0 d6 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 A9 ^5 F! @! f' g, JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ M2 [8 e* ?+ i% _How you suffered for you sanity,
. J F" W% `( N5 f4 u9 eHow you tried to set them free,
8 e- c: a) ?9 O3 X+ u2 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ t# f5 X- Q1 @8 K& N9 g; vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) @% `" j& A- s5 k6 r* C5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ^9 o [; a* t/ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & i' C% ^( X6 b% O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % m( U+ T/ C% h" R
6 f6 O3 }( K! jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Y6 ]% Q' b* r& _6 T, z/ e' y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 L* P: d: e+ h& x7 m6 P/ O9 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 F4 d K. w5 P5 a" B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ n( j z, H2 o* z6 |7 }( r) JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! w& ?6 d: c8 h
6 s& @8 M: a/ @1 g. ^9 `' N
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " S1 ^0 h; r/ c. q. [/ V, n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! S9 t3 H$ o1 J+ c! \+ X* }5 u) p( d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) i" [/ e+ p% ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! h6 c. R) |0 E% ?% B7 g8 m! n
! K: l8 H2 c, v( Z; C+ M
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ V! d# H+ L |% [- z5 O! }. A) _How you suffered for you sanity,6 ~ R! l% M8 U6 G: a
How you tried to set them free,
% A' U7 P# |- G' |, @6 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
- n& B7 u& F' K+ LPerhaps they never will. |
|