|
|
<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>
9 ?* b) _2 o9 U* M* B+ |* _% q- ^6 ~) J1 ?) N& @# [
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- H. p7 s& x- y, y+ Q9 i" D# rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 u' w; p: S P0 z6 Q1 O- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ z. k, _7 f9 l% Q0 R- L8 Q+ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W- C B" V, R" t7 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ?3 [$ D! S' ?
How you suffered for you sanity, % `7 w: F7 k7 W
How you tried to set them free,
% ?; d1 ]3 J3 ^2 K2 g4 v, fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % `$ o5 ]$ \ W0 x& Q5 V P$ g F9 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: D& V7 y$ s% ^/ N5 c' l' D4 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! P' f" [5 j7 B7 M3 s: O( p, |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( C, H8 u4 p, f$ g1 X3 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # U1 e$ V" H4 Y* r2 j( Q1 J% u. Q
8 v, b0 Y8 P+ y0 q X
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y5 s; _& @7 v! T6 E+ K4 M& b2 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ~+ E8 ^& \, n) n- RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& I0 B4 d6 k; H& O7 D. }+ kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ]0 H6 x2 z( z, a6 v5 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
7 [: X$ c% E& |" [2 {+ I& q( Z; q9 C) L8 Y' z
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 I; I! I0 B( A/ h1 h' l/ t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, s5 |; Z/ O+ w( Z; l+ i( lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Z, N& p* Z- L# S: U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . y, d; p( ]( ]3 I5 u2 i
* j- M. ]: _1 Z9 ^* r; vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* k, u0 y8 {' u8 v2 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
" R/ h6 H2 c" E7 QHow you tried to set them free, + V% @; E H8 @; C5 H8 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! K+ B8 A5 F J3 Z6 D8 U! ]# F0 O
Perhaps they never will. |
|