|
|
<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>5 Q- ^( `5 g, q5 i0 a( _) f6 L9 U
8 Q7 r& L$ Y1 Q$ z: g9 }
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( O: g4 _9 c. Q. tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Q3 ^+ N4 G% `2 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, O9 g5 ^) u9 W8 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) A b0 F& L a: T6 \0 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 p; |7 T p! c! p
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 o' T( f4 U: K6 r) a9 |, Q
How you tried to set them free, 7 E6 A" \- @; D* r5 ^9 Z7 Z# e; f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. e+ ~5 Q& M) } tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h1 k( i/ D$ x. s- q- BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ D: @" H; E# Q* u3 r0 |9 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 g6 d+ z# A/ o& F. ^3 h* O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
1 Y6 {, j! i1 {# r: Q
1 Z3 O" h9 f. E/ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g; |, U) o1 K C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ d( ^' N' T) A+ C0 E; GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 H) b5 O% }, U* U) E9 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, : o3 p2 J4 B+ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
' m. p* o- U6 ~; [+ l# n8 [
( s7 C' ^. K F! o! eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 y' K2 G. t: s' |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . D/ n8 g( ?! s) t$ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 @/ N0 y# G- [( y/ |7 Z' p+ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
' Q0 o5 S3 }2 _0 D/ r+ e. J$ a$ N2 b- `
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 _7 }0 j9 X3 _ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x. R, J- e* K+ NHow you tried to set them free,
F8 z1 o0 b. Y8 t& n) g& {) yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Z: [$ R3 b8 K$ _Perhaps they never will. |
|