think of me
隔了六年再听think of me，当时喜欢这首歌只是觉得听起来欢乐而有气势……连歌词什么意思都不懂。把初高中听的歌再翻出来，渐渐明白很多歌词的含义和看见不断变化的自己。
《The Phantom of the Opera》，我爱歌剧魅影~
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've 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 things which 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...
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
What a change!
Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons
So do we
But please promise me
That sometimes
You will think of me
《The Phantom of the Opera》，我爱歌剧魅影~
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've 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 things which 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...
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
What a change!
Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons
So do we
But please promise me
That sometimes
You will think of me
