|
|
<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 `4 m4 t! K N R) L! V0 ?2 y1 b+ R* c" A
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Q7 t$ f0 g( C0 Z0 O6 O3 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ m0 ]% P; ]( lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Q8 A6 ?3 U1 N! DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 X+ c, [) l, T/ ?0 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; E% E$ r8 E) `: u! ?3 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 T1 I+ R! ^# w$ d8 Y# ]
How you tried to set them free,
, A) W& _" l; N0 F hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * l1 a, F, b5 T5 y7 ?/ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # d* s' N9 [1 N+ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 }" b, I7 S# L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 [# V2 J* p+ {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
. d4 Y5 f% ]7 W. _' S3 ]
0 w+ T% V& B e3 q% Y# |0 G. J0 W' G7 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) e0 u5 J/ H( |1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 {* e2 E) S4 K! ~) S; a7 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # `) l7 \+ D9 l# Y0 d6 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, % {$ t5 z/ h+ B4 ^# u4 D7 l* I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ]* [/ n+ p9 D/ @# d9 ?0 x3 Y
; \( E! e# u, M/ V; O- S& }/ C* G5 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( [3 P4 }5 V6 Y5 \) A8 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; z9 w5 A8 p& Z3 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; T. A! C$ |- _/ k$ q6 L- h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 e2 X2 G6 f5 G: |8 y( m. S4 r
' _7 F+ E& {: z- Z8 N, CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. K% G) t' u g/ S0 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 ^; {, _; V' @" g* D* Q9 w- QHow you tried to set them free, - d$ ]9 i, a' ~ E1 g7 K6 e' j1 R! a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, h( u2 e) b; Y; ?+ FPerhaps they never will. |
|