|
|
<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>
- O% f6 f! o( {- T3 H# z V; |$ G4 p8 y. F. }
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 p8 f6 z. q7 V/ M3 u! ^! P* O# `: K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ [6 y3 y! d0 V) kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 E& z" m& T; f KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / Y; p5 T+ X" g; d& ]* p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 K$ l. x2 ^- F' @% MHow you suffered for you sanity, ) K! j# D, n* O: R6 f5 g
How you tried to set them free, # W7 Y. M0 a- y2 A0 W2 N$ R( G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; d/ t) A3 R6 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Q3 r* S K( q: `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ B3 Y1 ^$ k+ n: O4 E4 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 e7 K% g4 G: l* _- c2 D7 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ m6 ^. R6 ], e4 U0 e
a; ?" P1 j' @( @* b$ i
For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & W7 b$ g0 `: m3 q, _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 B/ n- } H: @# y0 k- M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + j6 n) g/ F, y3 L! l: w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 R, X8 T( d. {1 {; d2 ~. ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d* u! k$ i2 ?/ `7 @# d5 a+ x' T
4 X$ |+ {/ [0 p5 s* ^
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . b, w( |" F0 }3 f* B; t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - k! J2 s- r& f3 ?+ x( {% _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ^8 t" O* Z% W" h4 }1 B" c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
5 g2 v: Z" t7 O2 b; }4 \1 k8 D+ N7 g
4 `; w4 k f2 k: x3 F4 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; a; X4 u+ g0 B8 \# [) | q
How you suffered for you sanity,- a7 \6 C" K1 M/ j5 f' Z
How you tried to set them free, 1 X9 j' G0 i8 ?, L4 e5 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ h! | k6 ~3 x. j7 ^; O3 p4 S+ c2 UPerhaps they never will. |
|