I've been wandering this world.
Wandering around, in my thoughts,
going anywhere I wanted.

Then I met you, my friend,
and you taught my anything,
anything that came into your mind:

Like teaching how to love life
and how to appreciate it.
How to go on when life seems bad.

Then you told me about love,
about being in love, loving someone
and the difference between.

I asked how you knew this difference
and you answered that anyone could know.
That one only has to get to know people
to find out what it is.

Yet I still don't know what you meant.
Not exactly, anyway.
I understand a tiny bit, but not all.
Just because I'm too afraid
to try and get to know people...

After love, friendship was the subject.
According to your words,
a true friend will always stay by your side.

That made me start to wonder
if that could be the reason that you never,
never recoiled from my frozen heart.
The reason you started teaching me.

But as I get to know you, more and more,
I am starting to believe
that I found the difference,
this difference between loving
and being in love.

I found out that my heart...
That it's not as frozen as it once was.
I think that's because of you;
you and you teaching me about life.

I've loved you, like I would love a sibling.
And you kept going on with teaching,
with being my teacher,
and that opened my eyes and heart.

Now I definitely know the difference,
this difference you told me about.
I know I loved you as family, a close friend,
and now I know
that I'm in love with you.