Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
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.

夜空布满了星星,调色板上蓝灰交映

你穿透我灵魂深处的眼睛，望向夏日的无尽
山影清晰，描绘出水仙树林

积雪空明,捕捉冬日的呼吸



And 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.
而今

你想说的我已了然于心
你苦于自身的聪灵

又亲手将其抹杀干净

他们却不知如何聆听
又或许，如今他们会试着相信

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 smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
夜空布满了星星

燃烧的花朵徐徐坠地
旋转着的紫色云翳

印在你蓝色的眼睛
幻化于每个瞬息

清晨的琥珀色麦田里
愁绪写满了你的表情
再现于你双手的灵气



For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight 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.
他们不能爱你

而你的爱却始终如一
星夜下的心中不再存有希冀
你结束了自己的生命
正如恋人为爱殉情

而我不曾经告诉你

亲爱的文森特

这个世界在你的眼里如此美丽

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 stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
星夜下

你的画像悬在空荡荡的大厅

没有边框，没有姓名
看着这世界和永恒的记忆
就像看着陌生人的偶遇
衣衫褴褛
殷红的玫瑰，银色的刺

破碎在洁白的初雪里



And 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.
而今

你想说的我已了然于心
你曾苦于自身的聪灵

又亲手将其抹杀干净

他们却不知如何聆听
又或许，如今他们再也不会相信