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bsp;the breeze and the winter chills

Perhaps they'll listen now

勾勒树林与仙

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Morning fields of amber grain

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

在文森特手中缓缓

你想对我倾诉什么

也许，此时的他们想听了

捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷

和那饱受风霜的脸

Starry, starry night

They would not listen they did not know how

In colors on the snowy linen land

云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟

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现在我终于知

彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上

众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由

What you tried to say to me

Perhaps they'

Swirling clouds in violet haze

How you tried to set them free

What you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

Weathered faces lined in pain

殷红的儿，恍若燃烧的火焰

黎明的田野，琥珀的麦穗

Colors changing hue

繁星的夜晚

你变幻山峦间的影

How you tried to set them free

Now I understand

但那时他们不听，更不懂

Now I understand

How you suffered for your sanity

They would not listen they did not know how

映在文森特湛蓝的双眸

众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

彩幻化万千