|
<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>: j( M( T: x% V9 ~
2 k; v8 H' w7 c+ IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 P* f+ o, z* s( R& m/ e( |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) v5 R0 D6 Y( N% F4 \. w- k) yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* k# Z; a; u' p/ z5 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: f/ J6 T. O; Z6 [% SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 c# v* w2 l- w
How you suffered for you sanity, ) Z( L( ^* h5 l# \
How you tried to set them free, ; Y$ o/ s1 E! k4 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: Y3 o8 c0 ^3 `6 u! ~7 v. DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ]7 \4 \, p" `: w) I" _) U. b2 i6 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : z0 n4 ^8 n+ P/ R6 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Q7 v9 S# N- u( K9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 a3 c: |7 x4 E% y
1 j% B5 ]9 ?; T: i9 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - u: i B) O: u0 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' R( d/ \" D$ K4 R0 v0 y! x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 B' N8 L) o/ h% E+ D/ Z7 s1 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' U* o" f; |) ^( |0 V% v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
# N8 a$ f; J4 u! J h+ K7 o( Q2 y- M5 S8 H% y$ Z/ c
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( p" z& O* Y h$ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 s1 {3 t" }+ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o- K* G# E1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 A( l, h4 B3 E v- ?* o p
5 `$ H- _3 ^( U* F4 \1 X* |
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 z, K6 t6 }& L/ C8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,0 C5 }/ c' }# w9 R
How you tried to set them free,
2 v* N# L5 } [' K' p' ^! tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 @5 r. X3 Q$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
|