|
|
<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> n9 \, E6 V& C( z4 ~. D3 h. D
/ @% L- r9 {. M) x' }" TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - p( G) ~' O+ E, W( y6 l2 o8 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' E" V9 x$ n: H; C4 X4 L/ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 y) T6 l' y j% D# w/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. A( J7 B; z* q9 b) q8 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 j/ b4 L' F7 U4 c1 }* v W \
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 C- |- J; G5 s# E' tHow you tried to set them free, % m9 X3 ?, k5 J+ i( j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 n7 ^# _/ @. u6 i0 o+ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 r6 ]' M3 i% D% F4 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 H& g4 I2 {/ q% |/ n6 D! kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & U4 q$ p: K+ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
: ]( i+ a, M# u; B& o6 X$ c9 [) s
9 H% [- w4 z0 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 ]# o" m* |6 b- ~; ^) L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 v: @- m1 m4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O0 D/ N8 O& w8 _9 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# X- X- m, b# u1 ~) { |" Y" B7 T2 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
) ]6 ?8 S3 G! c, I& s# S, L( E
* `. ~* a+ D5 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & |! `' S8 R0 h: Q) V$ F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ?- Z( U/ j& S) v( n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 l6 ]+ C# B$ l4 Q r. uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ` c2 @( N& B) _
* s7 a9 v @* D/ I9 _, i, x
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : x4 ]+ r2 M# K0 a( p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; u( G( |8 e1 L4 H; bHow you tried to set them free,
; T; J: e+ |6 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& [. N/ |% n: {! [! tPerhaps they never will. |
|