Love is a natural phenomenon,
It's just a season when we fall.
Not as beautiful as dawn,
Neither of us, can trust it at all.

No one can predict how it goes,
How it went, how it flows.
It's not a sort of mentalism,
Not even a simple mechanism.

Love is not that simple,
Not as how we fall.
Love is not forbidden,
It's there cause God has given.

It's hard to get out of this situation,
Sometimes you even called it infatuation.
I do call it a reason,
But my love for you is the one to hold on.