|
|
<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>* ^) f- |, e4 C. Z, e
5 U6 p$ [0 c! o- z2 N1 e& e6 Y. v
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# M' d! C+ u& X9 L& Z4 \; u& L& {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ t: [* L, a) V) q1 L# oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ c! \7 z3 r# m8 @9 I! a e1 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A' n* q+ [* X5 r" S" w$ D9 \; nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( T6 R4 p- Z2 q6 X7 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
, z, D M4 @4 `1 R' V T) Q/ e) cHow you tried to set them free,
. b }1 A& ]* E! eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- x+ Z. w' \; D- a5 C0 e; w2 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 H* m! I b) c/ S, x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [; o& z5 U" s3 Y6 z0 W& nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & K# _4 _; f% L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
* a; ?, _! R4 h. M! ~" s% K1 ?
4 x" J" t' J6 f3 L" }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . }# P, g0 `% `- t3 L4 o3 C, o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* _/ ~. _7 a% ?# MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % q6 S2 V2 X/ O& T. r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 J7 I% R# v* e0 H, ?, t, r. Q" kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
' K! Q8 v0 O- M- w0 p
- H$ ^7 ~; F8 `0 L8 O! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 f+ A$ G0 A8 O% d3 q. N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. R7 B1 {+ O+ C5 g, |, `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 y7 e6 E5 F( r8 b0 p6 W9 h W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
' S2 T( i4 j3 @2 ?& e. D" L2 a! A6 b3 y, R3 |# \" _) P z, P' P
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + @% V9 I `' Q7 {1 g
How you suffered for you sanity,2 X' v2 L" G2 b7 `
How you tried to set them free,
, v0 h" `+ _) \8 ~$ g8 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ s: Z$ N0 B! t1 p* v' H+ e* l0 {- PPerhaps they never will. |
|