|
|
<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>
& ?/ q T+ y" y L* R7 i& h/ S6 d. l+ J! ]) ^0 A$ X6 F
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 \1 Q" F& U1 a3 ^9 U2 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 m! {. [; q3 n$ [. PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ?4 P K* B1 f0 F; p |' B: u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* d* ]0 i6 l8 W2 J. f' d( `/ L( GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 c4 E. G& o, sHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ o1 ?8 o" Z: A qHow you tried to set them free,
) w `5 [/ F9 S5 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 _& x% k5 D+ m$ ?6 H1 z1 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , \& T2 B! ^% I: k& E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ?7 P. T! H; _; z# h g. Z w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: L' \! x, @& t' z. ]4 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
& {/ m& h' m- s7 r9 ~8 F: t q
- Q0 q6 C$ t5 \1 ` kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 R9 i8 c# U& m+ M% a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Z* f. r/ [& {; p% n2 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 U4 _4 j9 ` d1 w6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, " o7 W6 U& n; _8 ~- H4 V! j1 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 U& q" r$ N( o/ Y0 Z5 ` s! h4 R5 j
0 v* P3 W2 k1 V3 q& d/ o. ?& [ Y7 p, I
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 n" I7 ]4 i' _7 k" `6 }- V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' X& k# n7 S% e `: P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ x0 o+ t; {- N% G2 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
! ^* u3 D) ]0 B$ `: Q: N
/ X7 m7 b9 i& q9 Z7 Y$ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 `& v; v& n% x0 f( ]: O6 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
& E7 f% E" g$ i6 @* z# uHow you tried to set them free,
9 x) q3 d, D$ ]2 ?9 K. kThey would not listen they're not listening still, - u1 Z% q& F* w- a# b0 |/ r* @
Perhaps they never will. |
|