|
|
<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>
9 c& ?. q9 b- C+ n) Q% W
/ T7 _; Y7 `7 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]: x! E7 d& y, V6 m/ v2 `# T9 ]' SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - V. L0 A1 l1 b2 E ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 c% V7 m( r6 L' V, k( t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 `; y+ [" @% a; M7 s$ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 V: A; i8 h- a5 H; R) \% FHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 P! {& d. _% G; A3 t# UHow you tried to set them free,
6 M- g" d# ^8 z" aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
R; `2 B! F: p1 W; t; SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 s8 k4 R# c) ?; V1 g: R1 s7 o9 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 V a: u q: W4 b( ^6 b6 v& \8 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 c3 w$ {/ p7 _# J( k. X/ X6 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Q3 s9 G- v' V( R3 I
8 O: o1 Q! r9 @5 }+ E0 K, Z* fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : C$ S/ `& L* j( _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) O2 x2 P, a0 j a3 p4 ~ [: E9 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* e! z! S7 A& l! TBut I could have told you, Vincent, # T) C- b3 E3 D! ^" d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ~8 B' E. a$ W$ _; k2 y
. x# h0 O$ G2 R6 m* nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 R* m* q: G& d- B7 w! b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . H5 d9 z4 M. {# M! G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
~! x3 u# u+ ?/ MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - B$ G$ K! G6 B; d6 N
7 e$ z8 M, o9 w/ I" d
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 g1 H- P& e$ k* h
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ^! w6 l. |6 C9 l) _( e
How you tried to set them free, # I/ r2 n' F0 e' s! j8 |" y
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ v$ Y3 Z+ X2 f
Perhaps they never will. |
|