I hated to watch you go-
Sinking back into your darkness
As if you were nothing more than a shade-
I could still hear your voice
Echoing throughout the crevices of my soul
And pleading
"Christine . . . Christine . . ."
I cried for you, my Angel
My phantom
But I must go
I live in the light
And you, the dark-
The two were not meant to mix in such a way
I'm leaving now, mon ange
But you'll always be there
And my memory will carry on
Though I'm actually far away-
And the same is for you.
But you deserve something more than what I gave you-
Which is why it's better this way
Though you're left in the darkness of your labyrinth,
Alone with only yourself
And your music
I'll always remember you
How you cared for me
How you loved me . . .
And I, you, mon ange,
But not in the same way.
I'm so sorry . . .
But I must go now, Raoul is calling;
I leave you with no more than a memory as a token of me.
I'm so sorry, so sorry . . .
But you deserve more, mon Ange,
And one day, you will receive it.
Good-bye, my Erik . . .