第368章 《Vincent》（下）（5 / 6）

黎明的田野，琥珀色的麦穗

和那饱受风霜的脸

在文森特手中缓缓流出

……

Now I understand~

What you tried to say to me~

How you suffered for your sanity~

How you tried to set them free~

They would not listen they did not know how~

Perhaps they'll listen now~

现在我终于知道

你想对我倾诉什么

众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦

众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由

但那时他们不听，更不懂

也许，此时的他们想听了

……

在林在山轻缓却极具磁性和画面的歌声中，很多人脑海里都浮现出了梵高正在作画的场景。

人们的思绪被拉近了梵高谜一样的画作之中，如此奇妙的感受，无法言喻。

就好像这首歌中的每一个音符，都透着神秘而忧伤的色彩，让人听了会有种发自心底的悲伤，却又欲罢不能。

而当林在山轻轻高吟出这首歌最具情感波动的段落时，那一声声情真意切的颤音，听的人更是触声伤情。

就像这一段最后一句那样“This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you（这个世界根本配不上一个美丽如你的人）”——

……

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 have told you Vincent~

This world was never meant for one as beaut