|
|
<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>, M7 i& n1 y" @5 C/ U' V7 r+ [$ h
1 [% B7 m( H; w1 T2 [% m3 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " o: z( F2 ]+ D' K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V9 w; ^2 Z- q" d9 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* W( S) G. v$ {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 s' t5 I- h9 I d/ s2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 l9 @7 f& T7 G2 T4 }1 V8 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
|, b6 c0 V. \$ E9 p0 F; MHow you tried to set them free, & p) a& S' n! D- O7 ]7 s* J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" E/ @; v% N" [3 S! ?! ^ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! w8 W3 j" u4 a$ j! cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ B7 R+ z2 ]: `( VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P* c% m& Z4 {" ^( @) z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V2 }( s. y/ E* z8 h; \! B% c8 z7 h
; t, b; w U1 D9 Y2 e; o+ [
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; L, K5 O' v4 u9 f0 h; U) ?1 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 u* Q6 j9 z m7 f$ N/ L sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r4 R0 Z! S3 a4 B$ jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: |$ Z! ~: ?% B% K+ X6 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " I( @; s# O! B/ y* B
0 b. Z* P f, x) x, o m$ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 X6 H% c) T' _# l$ R/ e3 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ l# d2 \ B- H: V$ x/ T+ J" gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 |( X8 T; \7 U: Z& K w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
) p2 M) h* [ J3 j" M+ ] G7 {% {: _. v2 l2 ^$ Q6 K5 p$ x
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; q( J5 ^) ]' H3 N; U# rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ F/ y& @" _2 ~5 G$ S3 hHow you tried to set them free, * A8 w: c6 K; m* U2 _* [% O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- f, s4 S) I( ~( HPerhaps they never will. |
|