|
|
<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>! m! o$ i5 K* D9 w, Y: M
. W8 [/ d* i& x5 a: wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; a9 S" {: p" i& m0 z9 n* ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 }* r' k& e+ G w% Q' U* t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o$ U1 d ]0 E H' A+ p6 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& x* p( [* G( y0 j4 I: UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 r/ d4 j# V9 P( C5 {How you suffered for you sanity, ( a8 V; g- U0 S7 A
How you tried to set them free, $ v P' |9 j* u1 @8 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 V3 Q: f4 z0 k. Q/ mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Y+ H8 ~/ D6 i1 j$ A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + c- T- N- F* M( H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) o& T* L" e5 l* P4 h2 J1 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
6 w7 I+ M' P$ a U! ~/ G8 k
8 E0 d' _+ e% F) ~( WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: {; \6 }$ b" H2 Z& uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 D0 [9 l, H: Z0 o/ k- {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% o4 _9 e5 \, D/ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; t" F" I1 g. u. B8 Q0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
" C% _( X" a$ f0 I+ ^& }4 p
& e2 a$ p* N2 ]3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" B1 v, q% j; j& G/ g' YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : {1 d& k) |/ |2 _9 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ _3 `( A! p& ^7 `7 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
* E$ v& ?1 t: ]; |3 ?' `. }
_1 l1 p5 v7 ]9 \; C3 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 E9 I9 y8 L4 dHow you suffered for you sanity,# }/ w' J. Z4 p( f; F
How you tried to set them free, : K; A9 r8 A5 W& @ X" k b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ v7 k9 |6 U bPerhaps they never will. |
|