破事兒

I dreamed a dream in days 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.

劇情峰迴路轉，亞視的如是、城中一對情侶也是。
再過一兩年，或許只是破事兒一樁。
可就是這些細砂，積累了人。