Love, this thing is like March weather:
a moment ago, beautiful suddenly without reason it pours.
Eyes, your eyes easily see through my heart.
I still pretend to be proper, actually I'm nervous and speechless.
Love, I want your love, I want your passion,
I want your heart. I can't get the words out.
This simple love, this complicated love,
I lose control of my heart. I lose myself.
Love, this thing makes people unpredictable.
When I think of you, I excitedly talk to myself.
So I want to tell you this is my decision,
whether you care or not, I want to see it through to the end.
this is love.