The two of us do know that this isn't something that could be called 'Love'. Because we are not in love, not with each other, not with anyone else, we won't ever fall in love with each other in the future, never we've loved each other in our the past.

You held his hand, and so he held yours. Winds were haunting through the air and you kept on walking through the snow. How have you gotten there, my little Flower? How have you gotten there? Have you come to take away the man you didn't love? Have you come to take away the man that didn't love you?

Dear little Flower, that your beautiful violet petals were to be covered by the snow, that your hand was held by the person you didn't love, that you kept on walking through the cold, knowing that the way was still a hundred miles to go.

Through the nights and through the day, without a rest you lead him by the hand through all the storms.

And as you arrived, you were just to look.

At the person you didn't love and at the thing you've been walking so long to see. The wall into shatters, the hate into pieces.

Fall der Berliner Mauer.

And a man with a smile came running, to hug the man you didn't love as tightly as he could, to welcome home the brother he had missed for so long.

And all the people gather around to welcome you, the cheered on you, my little flower, they cheered on you for bringing home the man, the brother, the friend, the idol, the knight they had missed, for bringing home the man you didn't love.

And after all the laughing he turns around, and the look in his eyes tells you that the past has gone away.

Probably you lied to yourself.

You definitely lied to yourself.

"Ich liebe dich, Gilbert."

"Ich liebe dich auch, Roderich."