《歌剧魅影》里最经典的歌
All I Ask Of You
Raoul:
No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Christine:
Say you love me every waking moment; turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always.
Promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.
Raoul:
Let me be your shelter, let me be your light.
You're safe, no-one will find you; your fears are far behind you.
Christine:
All I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.
Raoul:
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime, let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too, Christine, that's all I ask of you.
Christine:
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime; say the word and I will follow you.
Raoul & Christine:
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.
Christine:
Say you love me.
Raoul:
Raoul
Love me, that's all I ask of you.
Anywhere you go let me go too, Love me, that's all I ask of you.
Christine:
Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while; please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long, to take your heart back and be free.
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.
We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea, but if you can still remember, stop and think of me.
Think of all the things we've shared and seen.
Don’t 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.
Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day, when I won't think of you.
Raoul:
Long ago, it seems so long ago, how young and innocent we were.
She may not remember me, but I remember her.
Christine:
Flowers fades, the fruits of summer fade, they have their seasons, so do we, but please promise me, that sometimes, you will think of me!