Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

也许，此时的他们想听了

Witheyesthatknowthedarknessinmysoul

在文森特手中缓缓

Aresoothedbehtheartist'slovinghand

Swirlingcloudsinviolethaze

众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由

他们像极了那首我独自听了多次的歌的唱词，让我无时无刻不在愧疚与怅惘，在他真的离开之后。

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

繁星的夜晚

在某个夏日里，你向外张望

。

勾勒树林与仙

Paintyourpaletteblueandgray

Perhapsthey'lllistennow

现在我终于知

但那时他们不听，更不懂

你变幻山峦间的影

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

殷红的儿，恍若燃烧的火焰

Incolorsonthesnowylinennd

你想对我倾诉什么

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Colorsginghue

Theywouldnotlistentheydidnotknowhow

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

NowIuand

Perhapsthey'

在你画板上涂抹了蓝和灰的油彩

众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦

Whatyoutriedtosaytome

彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上

“Starrystarrynight

Catchthebreezeandthewinterchills

Howyoutriedtosetthemfree

Howyousufferedforyoursanity

繁星的夜晚

Fmingflowersthatbrightlybze

捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷

云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟

Starry,starrynight

RefleVi'seyesofablue

彩幻化万千

Weatheredfaceslinedinpain

映在文森特湛蓝的双眸

黎明的田野，琥珀的麦穗

Shadowsonthehills

双眸似可看穿我的灵魂

Mfieldsofambergrain

Lookoutonasummer'sday

NowIuand

Sketchthetreesandthedaffodils

和那饱受风霜的脸