|
|
<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>) o3 x& B8 }" E' T6 Y
/ f& v0 c9 ^* W
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& U+ L2 n- g- l. C6 K9 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^6 ~0 \4 T- ]% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, l2 O4 Z' @; ` z# YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# W. j/ [1 y4 E' O3 Q% H$ v; {3 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 Z$ `5 E+ v- a; t
How you suffered for you sanity, + s5 ~: T, J9 j2 F6 {$ ?! |
How you tried to set them free,
7 H) u! p7 }9 g! l) h8 P: @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 V; o B" ~7 e5 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# A$ h3 A4 e1 F( ^3 w# ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , Q( }: u* X1 j0 ]; N3 Y4 r. F- E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- {- L g7 O8 ~/ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
9 @/ ~/ N6 s; o$ C. U- C
' g. C0 k7 {: C, CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : y) w( Y8 N) Q& y4 B+ O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) |" J, k2 P+ A2 A! U: vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% V5 L5 h- n3 |; R& ?# k: VBut I could have told you, Vincent, : A8 p: A6 X' Q5 t9 q3 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
: g) _$ T% O {' g7 j
/ V6 a9 E/ z3 q' J7 m; kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , N4 C: e" U$ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & L4 U/ Z8 |2 f. ?) k0 C9 ]" Q! y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * \6 u/ P- h" W3 q% S& ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 _) T0 m- f6 C! A
, ]' m3 U4 ~' i: ?% a# K
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& b+ b& E8 E! `7 v/ I6 V, G5 [/ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 m$ k. R6 V' ~5 V, w) E" kHow you tried to set them free,
; g3 [3 s0 y! b" `; {+ wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B: y+ Z( v7 r( T" v
Perhaps they never will. |
|