何学明Jaymen Ho是青年口琴演奏家，曾获全国布鲁斯口琴比赛第三名，是全国大众音乐口琴协会理事，广州蓝粤口琴音乐中心创办人、专职口琴教师，多届广州口琴嘉年华策划人，广东高校口琴社指导老师。现任Jake duo 即刻二重奏、The Comrades Blues Band口琴手，常年活跃于口琴音乐舞台，积极推广口琴艺术文化。
作词 : McLean 作曲 : McLean Starry, starry night 在星与星对望的夜晚 paint your palette blue and grey 在你的画板上涂抹蓝和灰的油彩 look out on a summer's day 在某个夏日里向外张望的 with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. 不正是那看透我灵魂的你的双眸
Shadows on the hills 在山与山的阴影里 sketch the trees and the daffodils 勾勒出树林与水仙 catch the breeze and the winter chills 捕捉住冬日的寒冷和拂面清风 in colors on the snowy linen land. 色彩即被幻化在雪白色的亚麻画布上 And now I understand 现在我终于明白了 what you tried to say to me 你究竟想对我倾诉什么 and how you suffered for your sanity 你的心智是怎样的饱受折磨 and how you tried to set them free. 你又如何竭力的摆脱这痛苦 They would not listen they did not know how 但人们不会听 更不会懂 perhaps they'll listen now. 也许此时他们想听听 Starry starry night 在星与星对望的夜晚 flaming flowers that brightly blaze 花儿盛开犹如火焰起舞 swirling clouds in violet haze 云朵舒卷犹如罗兰盛放 reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. 这一切都映照在文森特湛蓝色的双眸中 Colors changing hue 色彩幻化万千 morning fields of amber grain 清晨麦田里琥珀色的穗 weathered faces lined in pain 和那饱受风霜皱纹的脸 are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 都被文森特艺术般的手轻抚 And now I understand 现在 我终于明白了 what you tried to say to me 你究竟想对我倾诉什么 and how you suffered for your sanity 你的心智是怎样的饱受折磨 and how you tried to set them free. 你又如何竭力摆脱这痛苦 They would not listen they did not know how 但人们不会听 更不会懂 perhaps they'll listen now. 但也许此刻他们想听听呢 For they could not love you 尽管他们不曾爱你 but still your love was true 但你依然热切的渴望生活 and when no hope was left inside on that. 当爱和希望荡然无存 starry starry night 在那星子对望的夜中 You took your life as lovers often do, 你猝然而逝 如天上的繁星相恋在夜空 But I could have told you Vincent 可我不得不说啊 文森特 this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 你的这般美丽本就不属于这红尘俗世 Starry starry night 在星与星对望的夜晚 portraits hung in empty halls 你的自画像悬挂在空荡荡的展厅当中 frameless heads on nameless walls 无框的自画像挂在世间虚空的墙上 with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 你那渴望生活的双眸 依然挥之不去 Like the strangers that you've met 如同你曾际遇过的每个陌生人 the ragged men in ragged clothes 那些失魂的看客 挣扎在褴褛衣衫里 the silver thorn of bloody rose. 血色玫瑰上银色荆棘的刺 lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 被摧折粉碎 化作尘埃飘向初雪的大地 And now I think I know 我终于明白了 what you tried to say to me 你究竟想对我倾诉什么 and how you suffered for your sanity 你的心智是怎样的饱受折磨 and how you tried to set them free. 你又如何竭力的摆脱这痛苦 They would not listen they're not listening still 但人们不会听 因为他们并不会用心倾听 perhaps they never will 或许 他们惧怕把这一切听见
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