|
|
<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>4 e5 c! g$ `9 J" O9 ] M
% v/ G& N' V+ J3 Y6 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ r" ]6 M! G- P1 v, U$ m9 c4 Z+ _2 T }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' _+ ]$ H& q- K! H! j$ Z6 M/ f6 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 `- b& c# d: |# ?: j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , m2 G. X2 X- ` b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 v5 i6 g L% J! ?' V- ?" o+ v
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 B2 [5 D* o+ E0 w0 W* t/ R Z
How you tried to set them free, & k6 E1 q) d# ]% }7 O+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * ^% X9 H- b' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , R& a! _8 x# q2 U$ W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 f; h! f7 Y3 u' k0 N2 B5 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 M. L- _" n- d% R: i# a' AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
) Y) b, w% N6 h4 r; ]( D- s
$ s5 {& j! U7 F6 S% VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% _4 h/ J1 d7 A* {# B a7 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! l2 f9 e: Q1 [5 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / m( h# t7 J. i) M" t( h) Y& w& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 h" @( Q# d X8 I4 E) G" xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ~+ B" b( q9 o R$ W8 ?/ f
# y" n( l5 B, E# e$ U6 ^$ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ ^7 n% A/ ^5 Z1 M) _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 G( a9 e6 u6 `, d- J: oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ j5 B7 L' B" w; BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
# y) P6 E( _# y. W& V4 s" a7 J: y9 _0 x
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " e! ^* f$ t5 A- R/ t) l: }8 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,' B8 N4 i" L0 M0 O; |! _) }
How you tried to set them free, 3 j, J" s6 `- T
They would not listen they're not listening still, , D3 D; f+ m& a/ f: [' A
Perhaps they never will. |
|