Joanna Wang - Joanna ＆ Wang, Ruo-Lin (2009) by Joanna Wang (보컬) on maniadb.com

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.

He drove a short distance,
then proceeded to stop the car.
He said,
'This is all I can take you.'
So I got off the car, and right away a girl hopped in,
and they drove very far.
Nearly broke my heart, yes it did.
Nearly broke my heart.
So I suppose it doesn't matter what we say anyway.
And even if we did even if we did love in that way,
nothing will be changed.
I sat on the dirt road and watched it split in two.
The shop clerk, he told me roads never meet again.
So I kicked a few stones and watched them roll.
'Should I hitch a ride?' I asked aloud to myself.
I fear waiting here by myself. I fear going nowhere.
So I suppose it doesn't matter what we say anyway.
And even if we did
even if we did love in that way, nothing will be changed.
What is this feeling?
I do not like it all.
But no one is here to watch me file complaints.
So I shrugged at the wind, biting and harsh.
Well, what can you do?
I thought very hard, though it wasn't a question at all.
No answer from my mouth.
So I suppose it doesn't matter what we say anyway.
And even if we did
even if we did love in that way, nothing will be changed