|
|
<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>$ @+ }' Z+ y3 g8 D; y3 G+ U- C- ^
' h# M5 d- @" K4 d
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / n3 S" b! X) M8 }8 M; G: | v* \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * G# A% @8 x( {( o) L$ ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: U" I/ x" h+ |3 }4 S+ K( w0 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. g. ?) V+ c5 b( v$ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# e. b9 I1 ?; k1 B% j# [) [
How you suffered for you sanity, / c/ G8 W$ z l: z c; ]
How you tried to set them free, 3 Q1 k! k+ j7 ~% J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 z: p" Z$ Y$ O8 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ?- D, J5 ]- f/ _/ D* NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 K1 l9 f8 T1 a* `% n. B* u L$ {4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! j; n; f9 C9 i" Q2 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
9 ^8 t! Y F2 e3 c
; o. b! t# P( ?% F$ Q+ g; IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; h; I* A2 J/ F; q8 g2 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, U( M/ y1 y! M( {. |You took your life as lovers ofter do, : Y$ N8 H. Z, w) a
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! H" H2 ~) `# y5 t% _/ w3 A. S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * t0 Q' l% m- K8 `1 d# p' g5 {6 g0 H9 D
. v$ Z. q4 }: \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; f+ J* V# F6 f7 D, @$ v. I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' n0 _; R2 F+ p; R; c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' h4 W8 l+ M2 v# v& `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
) o" ~, l) V Q" E* W+ a: W( q" T8 X3 |, {; X, \* L, _
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % o" J* C8 K2 R& r
How you suffered for you sanity,, w1 n6 N. W) K/ Z& a( |3 O; M
How you tried to set them free, 7 l. O$ E/ e* p( U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 s3 F/ a( ^2 A z
Perhaps they never will. |
|