Camilla Läckberg

Le passé nous rattrapent, tôt ou tard

Il faut apprendre à vivre avec les morts

Poussière tu es né, poussière tu resteras

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me, and do I dream again, for now I find, the Phantam of the Opera is there inside my mind... In all your fantasies, you always knew that man and mystery were both in you...