第92章 繁星点点

Vincent

梵高

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

繁星点点的夜晚

在你画板上涂抹了蓝色和灰色

在某个夏日里，你向外张望

双眸似可看穿我的灵魂

你变幻山峦间的阴影

勾勒树林与水仙花

捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷

色彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上

现在我终于知道

你想对我倾诉什么

众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦

众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由

但那时他们不听，更不懂

也许，此时的他们想听了

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

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