I dreamed love will never die,
I dreamed hope will always come true;
I dreamed revolution without blood,
I dreamed those young boys are still in the Chair.
We believed a thief could be forgiven,
We believed god will always be with his people;
We believed red is red, dark is dark,
We believed without freedom, I rather die.
When I saw that old lady cried in the corner,
I know, you touched her heart;
Even though, we cried for your scarifies,
At the end, you won the applause.
It's no longer a miserable world,
But we are still touched by your love, hope and brave.
Thanks, Les misérables.