|
|
<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> G4 |* Z% j! N; |4 `, e7 G; |9 T: K
( Z; f2 W; z8 t6 Z+ ~# U1 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, z* K* y3 d+ b/ K7 {" NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 t X7 h6 l) M% G) a6 I4 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# u$ m$ W. U7 H9 v* L9 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / O& d2 N X8 ~9 w! |' I6 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ?. D) @9 u! |* X4 H
How you suffered for you sanity, ! P `- @( M$ N, D
How you tried to set them free, $ Z) B; S0 i& I/ ?, r8 @! g/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . q) F+ J. `1 J4 b; i a' y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 x) G4 `; }/ Y: t4 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 m6 F9 c _8 F! R7 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ _ t2 r8 {% ^2 v+ Z5 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
2 s0 A7 X# }3 X+ R
6 P# ]; m. N" D% s( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 t6 o A B2 w9 w$ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l9 |9 D/ O/ m4 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 S( |6 W3 Q+ I5 @But I could have told you, Vincent, ) @0 t; Q3 q8 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * b8 B$ p, g8 u( H" S1 S. K$ ?
& \$ E7 Z+ z" ?; } V1 b. j$ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( l: v& l9 _0 v8 B3 I1 r ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 F5 R O) O: h, wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, N( M U6 Z" ~' Y/ K1 C* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
4 m( x+ ?, T, t$ }- @
+ I9 G' ^, P0 x# h" m& d/ L/ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ?; K$ A3 L# h& K0 U* ]- n! C% o
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ R( \9 ^ y/ @. f$ m2 L1 |7 e$ dHow you tried to set them free,
2 Y% T) x6 B9 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 r$ V& w% G2 a7 P, APerhaps they never will. |
|