離我遙遠的移動城堡

她把VINCENT唱的好淒美
玫瑰玫瑰我愛你，ㄧ副舊唱盤的感覺。真是太棒了

我超愛這首歌，也是我的來電答鈴之ㄧ

  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  
  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 artist's loving hand.  
  
 Now I understand  
 What you tried 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. 

 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've told you, Vincent:   
 This world was never meant   
 For one as beautiful as you. 

  Starry, Starry night  
  Portraits hung in empty halls   
  Frameless heads on nameless walls   
  With eyes that watch the world and can't forget  
  Like the strangers that you've met  
  The ragged men in ragged clothes  
  The silver thorn, a bloody rose   
  Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 

  Now I think I know  
  What you tried to say, to me  
  And how you suffered for your sanity  
  And how you tried to set them free:  
  They would not listen; they're not listening still--  
   Perhaps they never will.