Starry, Starry Night~~~

这张梵谷所画的图画曾经在盈盈的部落客出现。男人在偶然的机会下，在某人甲的部落客上也见到这张画。也就这么巧的，两篇部落客也提及Don McLean所唱的《Starry, Starry Night》。是纯粹巧合吧？

梵谷给男人最深刻的影像是他的自虐自相图，还有菊花图。曾经一时，男人迷上拼图这玩意！女人虽然口喊反对：“男人只顾玩拼图，不理女人了~~”，但在男人26岁生日时，她还是送了一幅1500块的梵谷《菊花》拼图给男人。男人也花了整半年的时间才拼完哦！伤~~

《Starry, Starry Night》男人听过无数次。如果男人没记错的话，除了Don　ＭｃＬｅａｎ，齐豫也唱过这首歌吧？很喜欢它的歌曲，旋律很悠闲、很温柔的。小心哦，如果边听边看着这张图，会很容易的融入画中的情景，不能自拔哦！呵呵

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《Starry, Starry Night》 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.

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 blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's 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 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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the 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 your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...