六四二十周年

（圖片取自路透社）

I Dreamed a dream

I dreamed of the day when it comes

When the fact is faced and justice done

When the fault is admitted

Souls no more haunted

I dreamed of the night I wish had never come

When night had never gone off

When tank had never rolled in

When guns had never been shot

I dreamed of the dreamers

How they were hushed

And how their dreams were crushed

Does it still matter?

The dream is remote

The wound is deep

The time to heal is long

But the heart will never forget

(Jane Chew, mingpaonews 4/6/2009)