|
<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>; B" L' u' ^/ n3 E5 J( C
) N$ Q3 o( P3 R1 B
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& [, H5 i! N# w1 ^. _, c2 ]% J7 ?/ {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 K6 s6 Y6 z" N' ? N. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ D1 _# T* b/ u- Y" dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ?5 ]- _( L$ X; H& B0 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# l7 k0 h9 P. A" g) f Y+ v3 I
How you suffered for you sanity, q5 [' z: Q2 D3 W, |7 g a# `
How you tried to set them free, $ j Y% ]+ X# r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 i* v, k( m) s- h0 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k. u2 O5 |9 J& [; ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Q& f4 Z' j, [7 P% [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* `, n. n: t7 E' p% S W% a" FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
: F; Z7 w8 y) N [, X, C
7 J9 Z! _5 {9 ^: M, bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 I, \; o2 W2 ^8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 S k2 W5 U9 v% z- f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * I: y2 @* `$ @1 u3 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ A! ^2 y4 P1 r$ b& SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
% u$ [ K2 F4 n; C$ h ]
+ a+ v$ N5 f- s6 \* p0 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . g+ i$ K1 }) O& g ^9 g7 S. \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 l K% `( h$ m( d7 Z3 A: L5 h0 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* _3 V- L' p; vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % r0 [) A' g2 K6 a1 h" G+ |
; v5 X5 b$ l r
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : v1 Z, J/ ^& M9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
. }/ T8 |6 k( q& q% @5 Y( g* JHow you tried to set them free, ) }4 H u2 @; K- r) [- Y! @
They would not listen they're not listening still, # J6 ~) ?6 ]4 k8 ^, p
Perhaps they never will. |
|