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Saturday, May 12, 2007

偶然

很久以前，我有一张很喜欢的书签，题字是《偶然》：

偶然是一种很美的感觉，

没有俗成的约定，

也没有刻意的做作，

不经意中有一份喜悦。

不久前的某个晚上，偶然地，在网上听到一首不知名的英文歌，

棉花似的歌声，平静地、缓缓地，像在述说着一个故事，

带着浅浅的微笑，带着一点遗憾。

他像在唱着一幅图画，也像唱着一段岁月，

像唱着夜阑人静时，遗落在心里一角的一点思绪。

就这样，过了好几天，我将这歌遗忘了。

偶然的，在车上听到这熟悉的旋律，是它！

想抓住歌词，回家后却忘了。。。

偶然地今天，在班上讨论起梵谷是谁，

回家后打开电脑，顺便找了找资料...

梵谷生平...梵谷作品..........

.....一首给梵谷的歌，《vincent》

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.

And 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 flo'rs 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.

And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
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 heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

And 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 list'ning still
perhaps they never will.