ur fantasies,

you always knew that man and mystery……”

“……were both in you……”

她渐渐忽略了其他人，中只有他的存在，在他的引导，她的中逸早已烂熟于心的旋律：

“And in this byrinth,

where night is blind,

the Phantom of the Opera is there,

inside your/my mind……”

他命令：

“Sing!

My Angel of Music！

Sing！

Sing for me!”

安吉丽娜发自己都难以置信的亢喊声，一波接一波应和着：

“Ah……Ah……Ah……”

等她停来的时候，所有人都目瞪呆看着她！

安吉丽娜痛快地笑了起来！她觉得觉前所未有的好！

沃格特没有停，继续唱：

“I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne.

To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music.

Music ……You have come here for one purpose and one alone.

Since the moment I first heard you sing,

I have needed you with me to serve me,

to sing for my music……

my music ……”

余音悠低沉，激扬霸的腔调一变，变得低回沉：

“Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation……”

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Silently the senses abandon their defenses……”

沃格特看着安吉丽娜，魅影看着他的克莉斯汀，咏叹着如夜般温柔的曲调：

“Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day,

turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light,

and listen to the music of the night……

Close your eyes and surrender to your

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