|
|
<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>
" N& @* `, c. b4 N) `' R! O9 `
; a" x% e4 a0 |6 k# yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ W7 a) \; n/ eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Z: }, a7 q5 G FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( B! D* w* `1 ?& {; UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + |8 J( O! c5 J: s% p5 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
r8 j3 u/ J7 I! z7 jHow you suffered for you sanity, # ]0 S) T1 E2 `; C0 D& v
How you tried to set them free, - _; m {) |, m9 }' n# q. _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# I. ]: w1 I/ p. q3 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) I$ }3 c' T- N/ C% ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 r5 G& Y: f, j3 K" R& R( W% }4 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ~$ S2 @- T" M( ^4 @" M+ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & u h# Y: M+ H4 g) M
7 h: L% S `8 r( g! M- @& U @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / K5 Z- |; u& r8 f: x+ W5 l% C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, x; f' K- M- j$ m- ]% W6 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : t/ L- I, @. G- C+ x, K/ E# ~! Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& n& ?- i4 T3 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ]+ i: D3 T ^4 M7 E
8 b) q7 ^5 x- K+ b- j: C8 w! dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: Q" Z: B2 \ z# {5 R5 S* ~6 O8 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ i$ F: _/ x8 x! `3 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 K+ a5 c# x2 F7 z+ b8 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; F7 D' v8 s! O5 B4 [4 r
* |" F+ Y* V+ r- bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) Q9 Z s$ W* z& v, y2 ^' ~: g* JHow you suffered for you sanity,( \1 @; Z7 E0 ^8 R& Y; d
How you tried to set them free,
$ v9 ]/ r( Q# ?7 D U' MThey would not listen they're not listening still, : T% c, y4 G; R
Perhaps they never will. |
|