|
|
<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>
. o8 n3 l; R% B- C0 s
! e( S- s: b9 I7 f/ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ?. f6 o) l% O( e; W5 G0 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% T5 s* N% ]! G- A5 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 }# ?% A& O5 [9 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 C: s2 Q& L. t6 n+ _3 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% }: T L& K5 I+ m* F# x% D
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 }# |: H" j' c+ i. o/ V4 K3 D3 a! {How you tried to set them free,
# J% Q8 u" { p9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! p: l, e0 Y6 z4 m# P4 O/ f" vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 z5 M: _8 h4 G& f# U/ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 C8 L& c+ u0 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, [6 _* u8 L x$ n2 U" g7 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * t. ^' _# ? B% |
+ n D9 M, t6 k/ B6 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 n6 Q. O( O1 E R. R' w4 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + K- x3 r S2 ?% t7 i t% t9 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 x$ ?0 a3 P- o5 o. Y" C. O$ c6 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, % c1 ^+ q& l4 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
4 [- i4 J( A- d
; `0 f0 q$ E% V' p" B% h, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( q0 {8 O& j1 b" `& |+ g$ N- dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ]& e; ^" m- _( U. c7 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / J3 E2 n. h& P2 Q/ f0 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
4 k4 O0 ~2 [: y, T5 g! w% l$ [& c. P& s; G a h% u' c
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # K9 ~( [% i" Z; s, A
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 s3 J! a6 P( O: p9 R& PHow you tried to set them free,
* C& @4 r. |/ c1 y$ w3 y* nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 p+ a, H# z$ e% X$ g* ^Perhaps they never will. |
|