|
|
<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>, A+ L0 F# A) n: i8 q3 e
; w$ ^8 s! K; vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % b5 v' J5 u3 f1 d7 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' N2 J _- f+ o( f- \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 Y9 `8 Y3 T: y: a4 }- gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ^' m; \! l3 K$ [3 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# ?: T7 u: y j
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 B! g. j" p. {( q" R7 [How you tried to set them free,
+ S! z. V+ l G4 x) [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 a8 L. n6 f0 W( B4 l) V7 j: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 @$ ~( |/ e+ m, {) C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ A: h; e: g0 y$ P( KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ]$ _' \4 w$ V- A7 |6 ?5 R4 n yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
4 L6 h. Y3 t* J- h+ H+ e' V- }0 g" n& M# }% p
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 p$ |* S5 w5 E2 P% xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! \2 w1 d: Q& C7 O9 ?* @$ ^; o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & d2 Z: B# O. A' ]* O: R& b0 Y" ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 v) V! D! T) t6 [" w- jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / V* w0 R& y" P/ {( y: ]
/ x- i# \4 A+ g) M5 L3 O4 c
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 f* s" d' h" \% W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% E' g$ z* Y3 u8 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 B! a! E& T/ n+ f$ w7 P; c8 ?7 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 J# h9 z6 b4 q2 w9 C
9 i% a& J1 n. `' L `4 ~8 x1 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 D9 C; }* h! T7 z3 X3 c, A- QHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 u5 |" c! d7 t8 GHow you tried to set them free, 2 g, L: g. Y$ |, P0 i4 F: K; e1 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 S& X/ Y+ E8 {+ u& C: f, \* `
Perhaps they never will. |
|