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/br>“Starrystarrynight

Paintyourpaletteblueandgray

Lookoutonasummer'sday

Witheyesthatknowthedarknessinmysoul

繁星点点的夜晚

在你画板上涂抹了蓝和灰的油彩

在某个夏日里，你向外张望

双眸似可看穿我的灵魂

Shadowsonthehills

Sketchthetreesandthedaffodils

Catchthebreezeandthewinterchills

Incolorsonthesnowylinennd

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

NowIuand

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

Perhapsthey'lllistennow

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,starrynight

Fmingflowersthatbrightlybze

Swirlingcloudsinviolethaze

RefleVi'seyesofablue

繁星点点的夜晚

殷红的花儿，恍若燃烧的火焰

云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟

映在文森特湛蓝色的双眸

Colorsginghue

Mfieldsofambergrain

Weatheredfaceslinedinpain

Aresoothedbehtheartist'slovinghand

色彩幻化万千

黎明的田野，琥珀色的麦穗

和那饱受风霜的脸

在文森特手中缓缓流出

NowIuand

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

Perhapsthey'