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曾几何时，我流连梦境，心比天高，人生充满希望。我梦见爱情永不消逝。我梦见上帝慈爱宽恕。那时我多么年轻，多么无畏。随心梦想，从不设防。不必付出什么代价，无歌不唱，无酒不尝。然而猛兽在黑夜来袭，如晴天霹雳轰然炸响。活生生撕碎了希望，把美梦全变成懊悔。
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid. And dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted. But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder. As they tear your hope apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
