美丽南方，梦旅人......

昨天黄昏的时候，猫儿坐在我身边和我一块透过屏幕看梵高的这些画，
伴着这首stary stary night
猫儿哭不成声，一旁安慰的我记住她的呜咽

”灿灿，为什么有些人这么可怜，他好可怜哦 呜呜。。。“
"他画里的世界这么美丽，可是他内心多么寂寞荒凉啊“
”有些人也许本来就不该来到这个世界上，他们太孤单了”
"为什么天才都死得那么早呢”
”你知道么？他好苦，好穷的，他割掉了自己的耳朵，还得了精神病“
”这首歌很多人听的，但是真的写得好好哦，要梵高听到了也一定会觉得安慰的，可惜他听不到了“

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.