|
<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>4 h1 i( ^' ^" a) E
; G, L4 g3 V* {* q
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 M$ b/ N2 G0 x1 x" H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # W5 C9 s9 Y1 z- r @- n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |: G& K1 n6 }* v$ D0 Z0 E; ]8 B$ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 I& k& Y+ n: B- k/ u' C) \$ H) I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( d* |1 E/ x1 q$ bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y! o/ q4 f, M* k! zHow you tried to set them free,
7 |. `! B3 W. k+ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 J6 R0 J3 s, B RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ b& D) }. h H- O! OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 @- e$ }. n1 D4 K5 s! RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( \2 d2 D5 N6 a+ ~' Q4 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . D! R( y: H( p0 z9 A; ~ \7 O8 A1 S
- o- J8 C" ^( w, r. ]
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 X* r; r0 S( r9 A7 I3 P4 H+ [' UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 N9 R" ?3 k8 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 l0 n* o7 H; pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ~- }- k$ t( m, C- ^1 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. B) Q, O" D/ q
4 w; ^ g' F6 h* p# uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ }+ J7 q3 T2 ~% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ k! m6 l1 j5 u3 a0 u5 B" p4 ]6 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " z: K" W/ S: v. Y4 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
- [" V) q0 c Z
! ^( X2 U: j s. iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 [3 l e" R$ b) t+ `0 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
- p: O( ^, O9 O+ l4 I+ q1 }: ^1 tHow you tried to set them free, 8 t0 c( H# ^+ ^% i/ j5 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ~3 M. Y" u. y# m2 h8 t# s# N' B
Perhaps they never will. |
|