至梵高 ——每个人的心里都有一团火，路过的人只看到烟  Vincent

Starry starry night 繁星点点的夜晚 paint your palette blue and grey 在你画板上涂抹了蓝和灰的油彩 look out on a summer's day 在某个夏日里，你向外张望 with eyes that see the darkness in my soul. 双眸似可看穿我的灵魂 Shadows on the hills 你变幻山峦间的阴影 sketch the trees and the daffodils 勾勒树林与水仙花 catch the breeze and the winter chills 捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷 in colors on the snowy linen land. 色彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上 And now I understand 现在我终于知道 what you tried to say to me 你想对我倾诉什么 how you suffered for your sanity 众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦 how you tried to set them free. 众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由 They would not listen they did not know how 但那时他们不听，更不懂 perhaps they'll listen now. 也许，此时的他们想听了 2 Starry starry night 繁星点点的夜晚 flaming flowers that brightly blaze 殷红的花儿，恍若燃烧的火焰 swirling clouds in violet haze 云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟 reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. 映在文森特湛蓝色的双眸 Colors changing hue 色彩幻化万千 morning fields of amber grain 黎明的田野，琥珀色的麦穗 weathered faces lined in pain 和那饱受风霜的脸 are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 在文森特手中缓缓流出 And now I understand 现在我终于知道 what you tried to