|
|
<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>
% T" i# G8 }8 s9 V/ c, U- @
+ ~# r' |6 C. E4 X4 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ }2 O* b5 c$ m+ S( B2 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
I% J8 @" D0 D; n( @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 w1 l, _9 v, D( _. W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, X4 q# x3 Z+ w& |; H: LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. \" H; K9 D" F' r( V4 m
How you suffered for you sanity, $ p- h G; X" c) J+ m4 F1 f
How you tried to set them free, " P- Y( g: k& H6 c4 {5 a4 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 W$ l s7 a& D. R3 C$ [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 p4 E$ v; B6 v. ]" Q1 v+ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 h: ]1 w5 ?* q! G% I$ n/ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Z! ^: ^0 h J& _# o7 q1 I% ~( G t- gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
: T! X/ d/ T7 C. Y$ Y
) ]! b" b$ o/ a) q1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - L4 w$ F; C) Y& _' K+ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" T: I% B6 _6 n# c' W. YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 `. G: Y4 \# L! ?' i: O
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' v5 R y5 c C7 m3 j6 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " p4 x& e1 J2 X+ L1 x
) H/ V' b4 t' o" k: WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 e" b( Y$ _" |3 H5 ^3 `1 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : l4 E7 r) n [2 i- a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 d5 O) g3 x1 r, y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
9 }3 T' W- n; A) r% Z! n( {1 s# w% [6 |
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 G) _- {( w8 [" A! S
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 v1 n) A5 ~6 y- lHow you tried to set them free,
+ b! B9 o) Y, q4 c( a+ \They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 ]+ r F m- m1 Y5 g" PPerhaps they never will. |
|