Starry,starrynight

NowIuand

映在文森特湛蓝的双眸

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

NowIuand

和那饱受风霜的脸

众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由

现在我终于知

RefleVi'seyesofablue

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

勾勒树林与仙

双眸似可看穿我的灵魂

Weatheredfaceslinedinpain

“Starrystarrynight

在你画板上涂抹了蓝和灰的油彩

Incolorsonthesnowylinennd

Aresoothedbehtheartist'slovinghand

繁星的夜晚

Perhapsthey'lllistennow

黎明的田野，琥珀的麦穗

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

Shadowsonthehills

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

你想对我倾诉什么

Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

Swirlingcloudsinviolethaze

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

Perhapsthey'

彩幻化万千

Colorsginghue

Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

。

他们像极了那首我独自听了多次的歌的唱词，让我无时无刻不在愧疚与怅惘，在他真的离开之后。

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捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷

Sketchthetreesandthedaffodils

殷红的儿，恍若燃烧的火焰

繁星的夜晚

但那时他们不听，更不懂

彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上

Mfieldsofambergrain

Witheyesthatknowthedarknessinmysoul

云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟

Lookoutonasummer'sday

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

在文森特手中缓缓

Fmingflowersthatbrightlybze

Catchthebreezeandthewinterchills

你变幻山峦间的影

众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦

在某个夏日里，你向外张望

Paintyourpaletteblueandgray

也许，此时的他们想听了