When I think about Your love
I don’t think Your love has any reasons
Since among all of the sinners
I am still the worst person
When I think about Your love
I don’t think Your love has any seasons
Since from winter to summer
I cannot see it changing
When I think about Your love
I’d rather believe it is a sweet invasion
Since it is totally irresistible
I must surrender and give up my weapon
O this amazing love
Came without any conditions
The more I think about it
The more I don’t think I can take it in
