你是一个在那个时代不被人理解的疯子
也是一个孤独的精神病患者
你用心想告诉他们一些什么
可他们发现你时
只看到麦田上一个空空的弹壳
重新走进你的画作
那些色彩 线条
连接着每个时刻 你的喜怒哀乐
为什么 只有残酷的死亡
才能换来世人对你的好奇
才能重新让我们静下来
聆听你对我们的诉说
而我满含热泪的走入你的世界
耳畔却回响着那首《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，永远不朽的梵高！
