(ngoh) (yuen) (oi) [A Step into the Past sub] - Louis Koo

(waan) (jeung) (taai) (doh) (duk) (baak) (taai) (siu) (mei) (bit) (hui) (bin) (joi) (gwa) (nim)
(cheng/ching) (nei) (chik) (loh) (loh) (king) (so) (nei) (si) (nim) (jik) (mok) (taai) (sam)
(min) (muk) (taai) (chin) (yeuk) (si) (ji) (san) (mo) (lei/lui) (min) (ging) (tin) (luen) (oi)
(jam) (moh) (hoh) (faat) (yin) (mei) (woot) (je) (saang/sang) (bit) (mung) (do) (sei)
(ying) (ding) (ngaan) (gwong) (si) (got) (min) (cheng/ching) (nei) (yung) (gam) (gan) (oi) (gin) (yat) (min)
(mei) (mong) (gin) (gwong) (bit) (joi) (pa) (hak) (bit) (hau) (fooi) (yat) (lok) (gwoh) (hau)
(sing) (foh) (sik) (liu) (piu) (hei) (yat) (lui) (yin) (nei) (yeuk) (loi) (ngoh) (bin) (oi)
(sam) (moh) (mei) (yit) (oi) (moot) (yau) (do) (lei) (yiu) (dang) (doi)
(cheung/jeung) (hoh) (wai) (nei) (leuk) (gwoh) (leung) (sau) (bat) (hui) (sing) (joi)
(bit) (yuen) (tin) (moot) (ha) (yue) (chin) (goh) (sai) (doi) (nei) (yuen) (loi)
(ngoh) (yuen) (oi) (sam) (moh) (mei) (yit) (oi) (jau) (suen) (kek) (tung) (taai) (seung) (hoi)
(cheung/jeung) (hoh) (wai) (nei) (leuk) (gwoh) (leung) (sau) (bat) (hui) (sing) (joi)
(man) (nei) (seung) (woot) (joi) (na) (yat) (goh) (sai) (doi)

I Am Willing to Love [A Step into the Past subtheme] Louis Koo

Too many unreal images, a short monologue, havent parted, already thinking of you
Please tell me what youre thinking of; too lonely
Everything is too simple, if you stay in the fog, this surprising romance,
How will you discover it; havent lived this life, dont dream of death
You believe that other peoples opinion is like a cut on the face; please be brave and meet your love
Havent seen the light, dont be afraid of the dark, dont regret after the sun sets
After the starlight and the fire are out, smoke is in the air, if you come, I will love you
What is more beautiful than love; theres no reason I should have to wait
The long river flows by you; why wont you fill your hands up with water
Dont blame God for not giving rain in a thousand generations; if youre willing to come
Im willing to love, what is more beautiful than love, even though the intense pain is too harmful
The long river flows by you; why wont you fill your hands up with water
I ask, which generation do you want to live in