我不敢稱你為我的克麗絲汀 因為我沒有一副傲人的歌喉
我不敢稱你為我的音樂天使 因為我沒有高深精湛的樂音
但我願意當你的魅影 就算在幽深地谷---陰暗的巴黎歌劇院
當你的琴音飄揚時 我暗自共鳴
當你的淚珠墜落時 我輕輕拭去
當你的心情歡愉時 我一旁微笑
I am...... PhaNtom
think of me...think of me softly...when we’ve say goodbye
remember me...every so often...promise me you’ll try
on that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free
if you ever find a moment...spare a thought for me
think of august when the trees were green
think about the way things might have been
think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind
think of me please...say you’ll think of me...
whatever else you choose to do
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