|
|
<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. G. D' _9 |7 @
0 J: V9 h; D9 w. _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " \8 l9 E0 E& W! a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 h6 F$ }: V9 ~, m( a( v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, l2 Z( i" u- a, l) m4 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; h6 i; p0 x7 Q! }' M, v* w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) x5 H! }! R4 l) Z" M# }
How you suffered for you sanity,
: g* \3 Q2 k+ Y- zHow you tried to set them free,
( G" a: ~ r* g; d% J- E% s1 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : n: \6 q! S) r9 w6 Y8 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ~( u$ a4 P+ s! Y$ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ R: ?( B' P. i0 R7 @4 I/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g! `5 y3 G8 `* e; [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; _: U. C+ r% D5 g+ V/ ]
) w" J6 t2 K1 {, J2 I7 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 q% }0 b* p! s9 {/ ^" K& s- |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 h% p" Q) H( F& b4 u7 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 @& e( y4 G7 W/ H1 c* ^1 ]' h$ xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 M, g7 q g% B: ~ E/ f& u! ]8 b- GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 o5 G9 W& ]0 c0 B" g8 i; f1 U
' d, B8 R; T! o. b8 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 u3 j# D1 c) s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @2 q' t; N; `1 Z6 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 o, R. X5 }! _ {+ a7 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # g% F7 c# H+ i5 l! f
2 [2 D( B9 q$ \0 y- w/ o uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ]5 i& |8 ?/ ^2 W) X4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 a9 @5 u; v m8 wHow you tried to set them free, ) _) i4 B9 J& R: c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 [$ G- x* g% h7 `! O. nPerhaps they never will. |
|