|
|
<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>' y3 `3 R4 O5 }$ `: r+ ~3 M
7 e+ H; x! w) T4 f }1 S8 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! u, G* ]! i& U1 \( l$ J/ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 K9 A1 E$ h) o) d2 k. BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ~ p$ ], `4 T* D+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F. o0 Q+ B0 a+ U% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ j b+ ~; U; L% T5 a$ o5 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, % I% {2 V1 Q9 s
How you tried to set them free, / }/ j0 s) G# j$ H+ l, M' k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Z6 Z( v2 l5 g6 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " S9 l8 ^1 ?& R* ^# q/ N# N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 \" t4 |6 j8 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ w8 F7 A% r1 C9 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
& l. c8 a# M' C! L
7 m* r/ @3 u- u8 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / P/ q6 ^2 ^4 f0 p0 D2 X7 h* k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, A8 y# @+ }1 o, I; Y% W+ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 p4 b& ?3 w. Q% \1 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( k2 G! Z2 f: e4 {; w: NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . U0 ] x- d2 M# a3 }
5 G% B w {" [" P* V# S7 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T. G7 g9 o9 z5 t8 M, pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * k% A. o* B/ ?7 T7 o7 O" x9 b$ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! O' n) K! ?, j7 Y( L& o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' O5 F3 m( D( `4 z
* x, f4 n+ q# d$ I8 w+ `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 F! D D1 v- M) T" K$ Y. T O% QHow you suffered for you sanity,
) \. X1 Q; L1 a& p8 b5 w) U2 t2 XHow you tried to set them free, ! u1 A% I ~) Z) M D: D6 }$ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 S& Y. P! h! `" S$ oPerhaps they never will. |
|