August 16
I bring every ounce of blood with me when I paint
for my mind vibrates with the wind and my hands strike the canvases with lightning
my ears hear my brush pressing on the colors while my feelings become the painting
I watch my thoughts float onto the canvas while my hands move to the
rhythms where nothing else has purpose
it's one continuous movement over another flowing forth with a tip of
madness that's tucked inside burnt-sea-mist of ocean browns
deep-green-gold of emerald dawns that nestle with the twilight-almonds for ending the day
vincent van gogh
Starry Night
starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and gray
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 fields 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 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 can't forget
like the strangers that you've 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
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free
they will not listen they're not listening still
perhaps they never will
星夜下
调色板上只有蓝与灰
你用那透视我灵魂深处的双眼
望向夏日的天空
山上的阴影，衬托出树和水仙的轮廓
用雪地斑驳的色彩
捕捉微风和冬日的寒冷
如今我才明白，你想对我说些什么
你清醒的时候承受了多大的痛苦
你努力想让他们得到解脱
他们却不予理会，他们不知道如何面对
也许现在他们会知道
星夜下
艳丽的花朵燃烧般怒放
云朵在紫色的雾霭中旋绕
映在文森特蓝色的瞳孔中
色彩变化万千
清晨琥珀色的田野
饱经风霜的脸上写着痛苦
在艺术家的手下得到真实的再现
因为他们不能爱你
但你的爱依然真实存在
星夜下，当心中再没有一丝希望
你像热恋的人儿般结束了自己的生命
但我本可以告诉你，文森特
像你这样美的人是不适合这个世界的
星夜下
空荡荡的大厅里挂着画像
无名的墙上挂着没有边框的头像
他们看着这个世界，无法忘却
就像你曾经遇见的陌生人
衣衫褴褛、面带嘲讽的人
血红的玫瑰银色的刺
破碎在洁白的雪地上
现在我知道你曾想对我说些什么
你清醒的时候承受了多大的痛苦
你努力想让他们得到解脱
他们却不予理会
他们不会明白
也许永远不会……
我对他并不了解，只知道他拥有火一般的灵魂，与这个世界的冰冷碰撞，
即使燃烧自己也义无返顾。迷醉在他创造的星月夜下，我爱你，与你无关……
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