|
|
<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>
. [/ H. @3 I. a5 a* B, b5 O# S1 f4 V6 y; o3 g
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, H, H: l) N# X: c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 e) b, g7 t. B5 K9 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 l7 F; S+ N9 L' e+ UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
m+ p" c7 i7 u2 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~$ X+ P3 G" Q7 w( `, XHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 r8 ~ X/ n; F) @, D
How you tried to set them free,
& n' [% y5 | y9 [/ M fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 m; s4 `% w) M& J+ Q- G6 U9 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 U% K) A. D- o+ J. Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) G6 S! |0 n$ a2 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' i: H# ?5 p5 v( [. KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
5 ]' ^5 {3 b, z: J; w
8 c \' t; t( Z/ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . m/ |, u7 t( j2 H% z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: l- Y& \$ H7 r* t; hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ]$ _5 Q$ C: l zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 R Q1 t; i4 V% f( S' ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) x+ ]* f, T- d( T/ A4 s* s8 g
% i( n- \, R% |0 Z$ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# [$ K( m/ f6 D" t/ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( Q. K6 W6 b7 a( R9 w2 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z) v5 g0 H6 d/ \5 q7 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' x/ J5 L% }" ?) a1 Q! ]
N1 I# X) X* Y" L8 y
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ~5 a) c/ y8 k6 ^# W
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 w/ G. ?) G6 w% ?/ B3 r; qHow you tried to set them free,
7 i" c* W l4 A5 b8 s; iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- y) A9 i7 O6 [4 N0 PPerhaps they never will. |
|