听见那个声音轻轻的唱 Starry starry night。。。。心弦仿佛被这柔和的声音拨动,在样的夜里。 记得那年,从阿姆斯特丹背回来的梵高的重重的画册,还从巴黎买回来小小的复印画。一墙,挂着的也正是自己兴起时仿做的“梵高”。他的画,以中期最美。爱上了那些颜色,温柔天真、纯净忧郁。他,一定有着坚定的柔肠吧。人生,我以为,就是这样的夜色下,这样呢喃的声音这样寂寞的色彩和这样流动的梦想。唉,都是夜归人
歌词:Vincent BY Don McLean
Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey 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 the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And 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 flo‘rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent‘s eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist‘s loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they‘ll listen now. 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 lovers 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 stranger that you‘ve met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know 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‘re not list‘ning still perhaps they never will. Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey 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 the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And 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 flo‘rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent‘s eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist‘s loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they‘ll listen now. 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 lovers 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 stranger that you‘ve met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know 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‘re not list‘ning still perhaps they never will.
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