你是一個在那個時代不被人理解的瘋子
也是一個孤獨的精神病患者
你用心想告訴他們一些什么
可他們發(fā)現你時
只看到麥田上一個空空的彈殼
重新走進你的畫作
那些色彩 線條
連接著每個時刻 你的喜怒哀樂
為什么 只有殘酷的死亡
才能換來世人對你的好奇
才能重新讓我們靜下來
聆聽你對我們的訴說
而我滿含熱淚的走入你的世界
耳畔卻回響著那首《Vincent》
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summers 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
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 theyll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand
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 theyll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
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 cant forget
Like the strangers that youve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
致敬，永遠不朽的梵高能真！
