|
<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>: j, S2 }4 |9 G
5 ?6 ?6 e+ b& N$ q' \4 A
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; T" t# V# M! w7 z% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , } \: c( j# T2 G; n0 I& g: M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- F# e, c* C* _, s" X& z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 l% g i# G7 ]$ G; T6 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! k3 i1 A# Q1 I2 y; H
How you suffered for you sanity, / d; c' g4 F' v* Y! q5 ~5 Q
How you tried to set them free, + I, L3 @! `; @6 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Y' u4 r# I/ U9 w8 {9 ]+ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! @0 d4 l& o' | wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 O3 p: X! L& u0 \& c/ @+ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 O& r8 ^5 @4 q V. t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
' x- v. {1 \* U( w, b
, o" ~0 u2 m. lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 h; h- z: V S: S5 v! z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Z# }8 y9 K& s7 P# ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, + a* Y! I4 K% r4 L! Y5 P; c9 h7 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 F8 t n3 ?" g( E, t* |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
( E+ s( Z& x) `; u9 ^( F6 v' [& I6 v
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! @" y% g! f7 W. W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, D3 o+ E9 H+ Q: F5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# a6 y6 { O1 ?- L2 f9 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
) f8 j* B/ n' }' z
/ c; c, L0 R' d, s* wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 O1 L: Z# i+ Y4 b9 j- N
How you suffered for you sanity,# b2 Z9 Q% S# A4 ]( _$ Z
How you tried to set them free,
1 k0 p ~- O! e& p5 T( A5 p5 O) UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 {. c/ n. }1 E3 z0 g8 w2 P
Perhaps they never will. |
|