Luen oi hang sing

Jane Chan:
We worked so hard for this; it's all my fault!

Fung:
No one will blame you for this accident.

Jane Chan:
But I'd blame myself. At least we can do our best. It's fine if we lose after we try, but that's not the case if we don't even take the chance. How can I leave in peace?

Fung:
How come I'm the only one who can hear and see you?

Jane Chan:
It's because when I died, you were thinking of me and I was thinking of you.

Jane Chan:
Not 'su', it's Tiramisu! For those who have an expectation in love would love to taste it.

Fung:
Really?

Jane Chan:
Have you ever had it?

Fung:
Yes, but I can't remember it.

Fung:
In fact, what is the relationship between love and Tiramisu?

Jane Chan:
Tiramisu means 'pick me up' and 'missing me' in Italian.

Fung:
I'm more afraid of loosing you than dealing with the cockroach.

Jane Chan:
Where are we going?

Fung:
I don't know. As long as you're with me is enough.

[last lines]

Jane Chan:
When I met you in MTR, I did fall for you. Yet after the accident, I realized that we only had seven days to be together. I told myself, 'hold on to this feeling.' Within these seven days I felt so close to you. I could hear your heart beat and felt your happiness. I borrowed your eyes to cry for me. I borrowed your body to dance for me. The feeling of staying inside your body was very special. I never thought you would do so many things for me. Thank you so much. I have nothing for you except our picture. And I'll always remember the taste of our Tiramisu. A taste that only belongs to us.