|
|
<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>
) h8 F3 r6 _% D: J( g& g( J! |& ^. r( e, }
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- h$ T8 F' v1 q4 @( f6 [( p. [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; j2 S5 v/ Y+ o+ s p( o3 d; P `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( v% g9 c1 I* d0 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
[ `& p: x! v7 j9 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me, z% J( X; t) B1 @8 M* _5 ]0 V
How you suffered for you sanity, ! u; J! i8 W: c4 [/ F6 `# {1 ~
How you tried to set them free,
5 i9 o$ s2 `: C( O0 R) ~- h: q$ G p! LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. {0 C8 W+ k# b% ^3 a8 l4 Q* J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 b5 {/ Y6 H7 g5 {: @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " b# w# D& J9 H% g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # s& A s. r4 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 \5 w5 p( h/ ~5 I/ P- V! S! d# r
* e0 W/ V- `6 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 q" N: f0 r. p& v' M. x$ V% h9 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 X2 \% M ^$ f% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & h0 Y- U! `4 w7 n7 y) K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Y' t& ?, t; J2 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
+ M. O/ ^; m8 E2 O9 Z$ ~# H
' O1 X/ p+ R$ w) T# m- ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 D$ L/ R J3 \, y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M. e* Y2 _" ]& {- |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ m& M6 n, j- X: U+ `/ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
! G, |, @2 A& E# x6 ^; q0 C& ^, g. u0 R+ y- y* c. S9 i0 K. s& c
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; q7 ^- l. T7 f. C* {5 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 |& d m# P3 ^% }/ M& Y/ ]$ rHow you tried to set them free,
( s, R' ?) x' H, V% B5 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* w% e7 l# p$ uPerhaps they never will. |
|