The man sits in black, wearing black
He portrays himself,
And with paint what he sees melt
A brilliant painter,
Struggles to express with sunflower;
What he lives freeze in winter
The man sits in black, wearing black
His paintings folded, and could not be sold
His head is kind of lost and heavy
People believe he and his brushes are crazy
The man sits in black, wearing black
What he is seeing he could not interpret
Firmly resting on the mysterious mind of secret
His soul has been painted on the flowers of Sun
LEAVING NONE
Speaker: Me (the author), Audience: the readers
Message: Feel sorry for talented painter Van Gogh's pitiful life
