|
|
<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>6 d! ~- @+ c4 }3 P9 m. K
3 H0 j X3 T0 J
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 G$ t! M8 h; [3 d! U' L) T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + }' o$ g3 x" d" L I; ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& X: K6 B5 O& U/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Q% N' u( \% F! J! R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 [. H! D* @' N! T1 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
* [# e9 |. A l# ]: w8 LHow you tried to set them free,
8 M( P N; D& N9 j- ~ I7 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 a; |3 A9 B& d- S2 ]0 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - b* {5 m8 r3 W) [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 F F6 M9 ^, l7 }, F c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ~( p2 L0 W0 a: j6 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
2 N+ A/ ]8 L0 q: q
& B5 L! e1 t6 [% vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% V1 F2 w9 W. H- `4 ^4 l+ t6 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! C, @4 ]5 o+ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 t1 l5 k2 @! p! s6 t. B8 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ l* R% e! d# G* u6 U& bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
) l# V, c1 ^. K% H# j8 C! W- U* X$ V( S4 k
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & g6 r# S6 u Y e, D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 z. x- b) a4 H5 P8 u, g7 G6 y9 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 z( i0 Z( G& }! s& c9 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
. L' V# v! F, u" @
$ j% j z1 J) q5 g! ~- K. {. JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! m& X0 Z/ h, [4 k* h7 n& VHow you suffered for you sanity,
, R4 A( Z9 }3 n: ~ d. K+ ~How you tried to set them free, / V/ n) @! {4 N+ b3 H4 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 v! t& _/ Y' {
Perhaps they never will. |
|