|
|
<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>
( r) n% Q ~; Z! E9 a
* G0 X" ?; b* r5 [9 n3 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ]8 x0 s% p$ S: r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 \& D, |, z: x/ o4 l6 g, |5 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, W+ a n# o+ D) j. b/ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : d# z) P, i4 ^, S, e* Z, ^. W; V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D$ z3 D6 x. n" ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
- x3 |+ X) F2 K9 uHow you tried to set them free,
7 `% X5 |# L8 L- ], V! r. m7 [& AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 _2 J+ N1 u, W' f0 p9 n, V& {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # F" t& e! O+ s1 r! B. T. k4 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , m4 b: C) j% p' G/ ?! M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * |" t$ `) p( l" _4 l4 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
+ L( Y! u( ?9 C1 c- f0 w7 g2 g
9 P. \! X1 n; u4 I$ F5 U$ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* |* Z8 ^% u# j, W/ f- h0 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. P" r4 k5 J! ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; P/ s( p1 u1 U. O' C$ G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ V, A* p% `; G1 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
- Z/ g L" _+ a$ r, }7 o. Z( g9 e
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / u% T- _% D. ?- s2 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ^4 ?1 `& t7 t+ l6 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, q; N a0 T% Z! U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
0 Z r' [4 k P6 Y' d* ~- P( b7 w" l% F6 t+ j! }; h; K
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; h5 c4 m- R) r, F: m$ A8 O
How you suffered for you sanity,& Z/ ]# L. B; E8 _- i8 ?# ~
How you tried to set them free,
: N w' j6 @) _. N: e, k6 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. F. W( o. h4 [2 oPerhaps they never will. |
|