夢想，只會拉硬柴

驟看身邊的人們，能朝著心中夢想方向行，我呢？

只因社會時局關係，在剛過的星期接了兩個訪問，不約而同記者都提問一個相同問題“我有甚麼夢想？”

"The Impossible Dream"

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

from MAN OF LA MANCHA (1972)
music by Mitch Leigh and lyrics by Joe Darion

第1個，我回答
（停頓了好一會）“... ... 到現在，不知自己可有甚麼夢想了...或者...是希望社會多點不妥協的人，多一點公義。”

第2個，我回答
（停頓了好好好好一會）“... ... 到現在，不知自己可有甚麼夢想了...或者...是希望社會多點不妥協的人，多一點公義。”

我現在回頭再想，夢想...甚麼是夢想呢？