我爱你 也要你爱我第 2 部分

7点45分

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这次除了窗外的雨声和雷声，手机里的音乐慢慢也响了起。

VINCENT--Don McClean

Starry starry night

Paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer’s day

With eyes know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you try 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 soothed beneath the aritist’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 Starry starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heats on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget Like the strangers that you ‘ve met

The ragged man in ragged clothes

A silver thorn in a bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you try to say to me That how you suffered for your sanity

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you try to set them free

They would not listen they’ve not listening still Perhaps they never will

在幻想自己了30分钟，义无返顾的又醒了。

这首歌曲音乐非常听，散发着淡淡的幽的小品风格。但是更震撼的或许应该是歌词。

37岁的天才凡躺在提奥德怀里静静的离开这个世界，或许永远会知，生自己无赏识的作品，会在拍天价。还好才华横溢的民谣歌手Mclean用完好的耳朵，把自己倾听到的凡心，用歌曲告诉们这些有耳朵但是常常失聪的所谓聪明，天才也会彷徨，也有脆弱的时候。

继续翻了个，往常经这2个差别这么的闹铃。会极愿，但是无奈的接受事实-得起班。