|
|
<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>
; X& i8 N9 ?& h2 m) t; l" [- L9 J+ o# Y
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ {8 B4 U& f5 i9 z1 B8 |+ f5 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) `9 T* t9 d! M2 a0 e* v+ [5 [5 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ^ l' f2 W4 w4 c5 A6 b* ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" N! L& K' Y" k/ q6 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ? [9 b- L3 xHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 @' d a: k W# q: l& r
How you tried to set them free,
8 C# R2 ?9 M2 S! j9 `% L5 s* ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; D3 t1 T& S! k" `# X& @& A- {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 C2 n) v! U( v- Z. ^" q/ U; z; A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: A* N' F3 e* IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . G# e, @3 W& [8 s( t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
R( ^) m/ [* C1 H0 u1 r2 D! |3 j* R
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 r. \, i4 h I: L% mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 u% t( W; c& @$ _' X% I: g0 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ~6 Q# H% K: u: P, E* UBut I could have told you, Vincent, : X" V) j' r3 t: f4 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
# I% ^, L( }$ S9 k; L; J: u7 Z
& X& N" m4 D0 u. NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Z% Z: x s6 j% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( y7 \7 G; q# Z) @ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 d5 h5 [$ a4 C! P! e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
+ K5 w+ H5 {% D9 T: J* ~- P6 E0 \
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: H& Z$ w$ _0 e& I) m4 YHow you suffered for you sanity,4 S H; ^8 Z# y( z: V
How you tried to set them free, , S4 M% j: [4 Q" z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; t; S& U. ?: ~; \- iPerhaps they never will. |
|