2009年2月26日 星期四

vincent


Vincent  

 

Starry starry night  

Paint your palette blue and gray  

Look out on a summer's day  

With eyes that know  

The darkness in my soul  

Shadows on the hills  

Sketch the trees and the daffodils  

Catch the breeze and winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land  

 

Now I understand  

What you tried to say to me  

How you suffered for your sanity 

How you tried to set them free  

They would not listen  

They did not know how  

Perhaps they'll listen now  

 

Starry starry night  

Flaming flowers that brightly laze  

Swirling clouds in violet haze  

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue  

Colors changing hue  

Morning fields amber grain  

Weathered faces lined in pain  

Are soothed beneath  

The artists loving hand  

 

For they could not love you  

But still your love was true  

And when no hope was  

Left in sight on that  

Starry starry night  

You took your life  

As lover often do  

But I could have told you Vincent  

This world was never meant  

For one as beautiful as you  

 

Starry starry night  

Portraits hung in empty halls  

Frameless heads on nameless walls  

With eyes that watch   

The world and can't forget  

Like the strangers that you've met  

The ragged man in ragged clothes  

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken  

On the virgin snow   

 

Now I think I know   

What you tried to say to me  

How you suffered for you sanity

How you tried to set them free  

They could not listen  

They're not listening still  

Perhaps they never will  

泡杯熱茶

在微風徐徐的陽台

看著滿天的星星

享受幸福的孤獨

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