On that starry, starry night 在那繁星点点的夜晚,
You took your life 你愤然结束自己的生命,
As lovers often do 如热恋中盲目的人儿一般。
But I could have told you, Vincent 文森特,我本该告诉你。
This world was never meant for one 像你这样美好的灵魂,
As beautiful as you。 本就不该来这肮脏的世间。
Starry, starry night 那夜繁星点点,
Portraits hung in empty halls 空旷的大厅里画作高悬。
Frameless heads on nameless walls 无名的墙上无框的肖像,
With eyes that watch the world 用注视整个世界的双眼,
And can't forget 把一切刻在心田。
Like the strangers that you've met 就像你曾遇见的匆匆过客,
The ragged men in ragged clothes 褴褛的人身着破烂的衣衫。
The silver thorn of bloody rose 血红玫瑰上银白的利刺,
Lie crushed and broken 零落成泥、摧折寸断,
On the virgin snow 散落于皑皑雪间。
Now I think I know 我想我现在懂了,
What you tried to say to me 你当时的肺腑之言。
How you suffered for your sanity 独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦,
How you tried to set them free 你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
They will not listen 而他们根本不会去听,
They're not listening still 此刻,仍无人在听
Perhaps, they never will 也许,永远。