Vincent

哭有时，笑有时
欢乐有时，悲伤有时

没有常在心的日子，第831日，晴

原来这两年来我打的日记
加起来共有十二万字
我想我这辈子打过的中文字
加起来也不够这本日记多
希望有一天
常在心原谅我的时候
我们可以一起坐在沙发上
一边吃水蟹粥，一边看这本日记
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没有程亮的日子，第一天，晴

从小到大我都是一个很容易哭的人
我一直以为
当自己碰上生离死别的时候
一定会哭得死去活来
谁知道原来不是这样
Alfred走了，我一滴眼泪也没流过
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片中插曲Vincent，歌词意想的色彩斑斓犹如印象派绘画一样,深沉的情感表现与凡高的艺术和人生是那么的相似! 歌中所唱Starry starry night … 让人浮想联翩，歌中流露的淡淡忧伤令人陶醉!

Vincent
Don Mclean

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
and how you suffered for your sanity
and 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 smoothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
And now I understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and 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 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
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they’re not listening still
perhaps they never will.

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