|
|
<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>7 K- p7 t. V8 G$ {' C
3 i9 k$ N: b3 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; W$ J# b8 q$ w, L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, S$ k5 f9 _7 h$ M3 D* cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 b! w' X( Y3 I3 E. lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M' }/ J3 S' K; ]( V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, H; c0 d5 q. y% F( R6 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
. R6 [/ O# d3 b- @0 ZHow you tried to set them free,
' M- R; E g6 l# g* V# ~) z7 n3 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ^. Q. G7 N) x" h3 {5 p" n, f+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) t3 t3 C' e0 J+ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 L6 r) T+ e* B9 w" |, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' E; c- j" p! Z1 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ T; L1 i4 S& C! v$ s
6 c+ x4 [- j8 l. x/ ^0 d6 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* l: p6 ?' ~5 n; IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E0 m1 }/ Z; z/ F2 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( L9 c2 O; J/ IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 p4 ], l/ m( d1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ @* z# }. A* e- b6 Y
7 N; e2 J) K; K8 V3 O
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 _' C4 x3 J# z [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" y7 p) z/ s8 x2 R* |. wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + \' T/ w9 @' o. J9 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \" Z/ F" w U! I# o
+ Q2 @" e2 ?: y7 j* {
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ `' W3 b8 J2 [' A( GHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 t" H3 O- S K# }7 [How you tried to set them free,
# Q: M& k7 r: k4 k1 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- M5 B4 M. p1 C) L9 t$ [+ _Perhaps they never will. |
|