|
|
<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>0 e3 M; _; d r. Y: _6 `
3 @6 i2 u: {5 i5 |" pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; n: b1 y' }8 g% r6 s6 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , a% {( P* Q3 }1 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H3 P7 t o& y7 }9 a/ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" }% u* J! b9 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! U3 }5 `( b/ F) {& c4 n
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 z- q# M3 r" b- X% W4 u4 s6 l
How you tried to set them free, $ q' \7 @- E8 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Z8 n; D% d3 V+ p" gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 r- B+ V& U, E m. b* a! }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* U6 D& h% n" R9 ] ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% }% Y) S3 _! j) B FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
* |" K0 t! B( `3 x' o& ]9 [( Z" {( o0 _2 w) L6 g. t7 S! Z& f- i
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 U' a# u! K( j1 |: |8 t* UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ }. c. r. D) v4 J. yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- l f+ ^" ?2 G% Y4 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, . M& p# b8 I; ~: E# A9 ^, m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
4 Z9 ^, }0 l6 V, N% H8 A/ k/ Z) Y N! @* I7 R( b Y9 X: M! ^8 \
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' R3 m( d2 \6 M, I/ q! g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & _, o; L* j% q6 ?3 U2 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / y! V9 }% h! O+ J# p3 p: |! P6 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 p0 q$ C3 _. r3 a( e
( ~) c0 y1 |/ Z8 N
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : P' z2 r$ O+ l/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Y1 m; T" e5 K1 _How you tried to set them free, $ J" V. N# |2 |4 s! R4 l: F" ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ]% T9 ]/ ^; B1 D% Q
Perhaps they never will. |
|