|
|
<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>1 @5 Q0 N4 g% G1 Y7 @
1 ~2 {" ]8 h5 _7 O6 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 z* @* z8 l) u$ ]4 m9 ?, b8 L, ~% GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ] m$ w, A3 m7 |- d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ b( p) u" `- u9 d& ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( c- H: N v! `* N& F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, t3 P% i* ] L
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ j& Y1 C% R9 f, q, z, C* k9 M3 J( LHow you tried to set them free, # O" L, D/ V( V+ z. G- ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _( t; K3 N9 e1 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 q! {8 c2 Q; e9 G0 O: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 B: M+ z7 N( H9 G* N" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( L) K, T6 I! rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) J' }# `2 e1 `( }4 `( N# s- L
# H9 a( E% u N5 w( W+ AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, W, @( J; W- u, T, _* B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Z0 k3 a. `# p! S$ GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( @, q0 J% Q1 @+ RBut I could have told you, Vincent, + x; o) x4 l& `% ^* U, z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ R" g0 R( h- `. p
2 S( P7 S g' W
Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 l/ R" W# F* r# r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , F1 h- h# ?5 l6 L" \" R J. ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" k9 s7 K; S7 d, nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
8 `. O' d3 T) Q2 t* {7 {6 A1 ]- Q' C/ z* y0 \
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ f+ P, q/ _' ?- y O7 e8 _: Z/ L# lHow you suffered for you sanity,
( b) c9 |0 Q1 OHow you tried to set them free, / P1 D" c/ q& o& a: U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) v9 a0 u9 [& Y# @/ C8 F
Perhaps they never will. |
|