<h3>Starry starry night, </h3><div>Paint your palette blue and grey,</div><div>Look out on a summer’s day,</div><div>With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.</div><div>Shadows on the hills,</div><div>Sketch the trees and the daffodils,</div><div>Catch the breeze and the winter chills,</div><div>In colors on the snowy linen land.</div><div>繁星点点的夜晚，</div><div>你在画板上涂灰抹蓝，</div><div>用那双看透灵魂暗深处的眼睛，</div><div>望向夏日窗外，</div><div>取山边阴影，</div><div>勾勒树丛与水仙，</div><div>采清冷雪色，</div><div>捕捉微风与冬寒。</div><div> </div><div>*Now I understand,</div><div>What you tried to say to me,</div><div>And how you suffered for your sanity,</div><div>And how you tried to set them free.</div><div>They would not listen, they did not know how,</div><div>Perhaps they’ll listen now.*</div><div>我已知悉，</div><div>你心中诉求，</div><div>你极欲挣脱，</div><div>那噬人的清醒。</div><div>世人不曾知，亦不愿聆听。</div><div>或许他们如今会听听。</div><div> </div><div>Starry starry night,</div><div>Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,</div><div>Swirling clouds in violet haze,</div><div>Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.</div><div>Colors changing hue,</div><div>Morning fields of amber grain,</div><div>Weathered faces lined in pain,</div><div>Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.</div><div>繁星点点的夜晚，</div><div>你瓷蓝的眼眸里，</div><div>映着火焰般怒放的花，</div><div>映着紫色雾霭般涡旋的云。</div><div>色彩层层变幻，</div><div>晨光笼罩的金色稻田，</div><div>皱纹里刻着苦痛的风霜面庞，</div><div>在画家温柔的抚慰下，一一归于平和。</div><div> </div><div>Repeat*</div><div> </div><div>For they could not love you,</div><div>But still your love was true.</div><div>And when no hope was left in sight,</div><div>On that starry starry night,</div><div>You took your life as lovers often do.</div><div>But I could have told you Vincent,</div><div>This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.</div><div>他们不会爱你啊，</div><div>可你的爱仍真切。</div><div>当繁星点点的夜晚，</div><div>杳无一丝希望留存，</div><div>你如热恋般与生命作别。</div><div>文森特，我本该告诉你，</div><div>世间本无如你般的美好。</div><div> </div><div>Starry starry night,</div><div>Portrait shung in empty halls,</div><div>Frameless heads on nameless walls,</div><div>With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.</div><div>Like the strangers that you’ve met,</div><div>The ragged men in ragged clothes,</div><div>The silver thorn of bloody rose,</div><div>Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.</div><div>繁星点点的夜晚，</div><div>空荡荡的大厅里，</div><div>无名墙悬挂无名人之画像，</div><div>画中人一睹尘世永不忘怀，</div><div>就像你曾遇到的陌生人，</div><div>衣装褴褛的落魄人，</div><div>火红玫瑰的银棘刺，</div><div>零落破碎散于新雪。</div><div> </div><div>Now I think I know.</div><div>What you tried to say to me.</div><div>And how you suffered for your sanity,</div><div>And how you tried to set them free.</div><div>They would not listen they are not listening still,</div><div>Perhaps they never will.</div><div>我已知悉，</div><div>你心中诉求，</div><div>你极欲挣脱，</div><div>那噬人的清醒。</div><div>世人不曾知，亦不愿聆听。</div><div>或许他们永不会聆听。</div><div> </div>