[Cantonese][Verse 1]
鏡中花 非真花 水中月 在折墮
萬千個 角色 扮相幾多
昨天仙氣 今天妖冶似火
哪一個方會 是你心裏 選中那個
前塵猶如 千年迷鎖
殘破記憶 片段飛落
纏綿如同 玩命拔河
甜與苦 同狠狠交錯

[Cantonese][Chorus]
愛是太少 痛是太多
怎分辨 哪是真 哪是虛構的錯
或是你早 看穿我 靈魂的赤裸
才用這種 方式去 折磨
恨是太少 愛是太多
糾纏在 癡與狂 愛慾的漩渦
快樂痛楚 已混和 不分你或我
沉淪下去 算不算 找到 新的我？

[Cantonese][Verse 2]
熟悉溫柔 陌生撫摸
誰在說謊 誰在附和
誰扮純良 誰在惹火
哪句話 使你心 跳更快更多
誰在祈求 誰在施捨
誰用眼淚 作了兵戈
誰被支配 誰在掌舵
真相早已 被慾望 徹底吞咗

[Cantonese][Chorus]
愛是太少 痛是太多
怎分辨 哪是真 哪是虛構的錯
或是你早 看穿我 靈魂的赤裸
才用這種 方式去 折磨
恨是太少 愛是太多
糾纏在 癡與狂 愛慾的漩渦
快樂痛楚 已混和 不分你或我
沉淪下去 算不算 找到 新的我？

[Cantonese][Bridge]
安心的愛 是否太少？
刻骨的愛 又嫌苦楚？
信任 原來最脆弱 無助怯懦
若放開所有 才 不枉最初？

[Cantonese][Chorus]
愛是太少 痛是太多
怎分辨 哪是真 哪是虛構的錯
或是你早 看穿我 靈魂的赤裸
才用這種 方式去 折磨
恨是太少 愛是太多
糾纏在 癡與狂 愛慾的漩渦
快樂痛楚 已混和 不分你或我
沉淪下去 算不算 找到 新的我？

[Cantonese][Outro]
煙花 再多 終究會落
餘溫 幾多
情是至少？ 還是 太多？
愛很少……

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[Verse 1]
Flower in the mirror, never real; moon on the water, sinking low.
Countless roles played, so many facades.
Ethereal yesterday, temptress like fire today.
Which one will be the one you choose in your heart?
The past, like an ancient, bewildering lock.
Shattered memories fall like fragments.
Our intimacy, like a deadly tug-of-war.
Sweetness and bitterness, savagely intertwined.

[Chorus]
Love is too little, pain is too much.
How to discern what's real, what's a fabricated lie?
Or perhaps you long saw through my soul's nakedness,
And chose this way to torture me.
Hate is too little, love is too much.
Entangled in obsession and madness, a vortex of love and lust.
Pleasure and pain have merged, blurring you and me.
As I sink further, does it count as finding a new self?

[Verse 2]
Familiar tenderness, unfamiliar caress.
Who's lying, who's just playing along?
Who feigns innocence, who's stoking the fire?
Which words make your heart beat faster still?
Who is begging, who is bestowing favors?
Who turned tears into weapons of war?
Who's controlled, and who holds the helm?
The truth was swallowed whole by desire long ago.

[Chorus]
Love is too little, pain is too much.
How to discern what's real, what's a fabricated lie?
Or perhaps you long saw through my soul's nakedness,
And chose this way to torture me.
Hate is too little, love is too much.
Entangled in obsession and madness, a vortex of love and lust.
Pleasure and pain have merged, blurring you and me.
As I sink further, does it count as finding a new self?

[Bridge]
Is peaceful love too scarce?
But love that cuts deep feels too bitter?
Trust, it seems, is utterly fragile, helpless, and frail.
If I let everything go, would it make the start worthwhile?

[Chorus]
Love is too little, pain is too much.
How to discern what's real, what's a fabricated lie?
Or perhaps you long saw through my soul's nakedness,
And chose this way to torture me.
Hate is too little, love is too much.
Entangled in obsession and madness, a vortex of love and lust.
Pleasure and pain have merged, blurring you and me.
As I sink further, does it count as finding a new self?

[Outro]
However many fireworks bloom, they ultimately fall.
How much warmth remains?
Is this love too little? Or is it too much?
Love is scarce...