|
|
<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>+ @/ ? o' T4 I( |# d" q
. r1 o9 u7 Z/ ? WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ l8 r h. I! T: c- G6 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! W; E; T* W A9 K% n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 q9 d; {4 O" j d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# R5 Z2 U1 ~' L+ M( v8 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ j6 [" [8 ?! W# ^( m! k$ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
* K5 o& |- W4 p1 K# I, c; T" a0 dHow you tried to set them free,
. I [5 B) l% b2 {- q1 q: B, r+ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Z R, M5 K$ ?0 E `: I/ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - x5 T. [# ~' ^' i4 l! H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% h* `# O5 Y4 ]* Z5 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% q( x. q5 F$ H7 O8 |/ Z4 X( {" BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
( a. v4 ~! I- @7 @' a
6 ]% v4 T. x0 `2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 {$ F4 l3 r% U5 p) ~0 X8 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ^, V# y8 B8 @, H: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ W" B' g& M! mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: K- W6 c$ A8 _/ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
) m0 j+ Q' t( Q5 v& s5 P5 T, T( ^2 u+ O5 ]; G+ Q' g
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, B+ ~3 ^, h; f3 b3 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L. M/ `- _8 j2 k4 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , L% E" v1 |: A) l: F# C' o7 J8 v3 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; C. O6 A) b/ N
0 J" @" I: c' t
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, v9 }0 x. X5 K# ?. J5 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ^' G0 s) s' }* L6 E2 b( G1 hHow you tried to set them free, , U) U3 G; |. A; U: g5 \& O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 C+ X! B- N" ZPerhaps they never will. |
|