There is a fire in everyone's heart, and people passing by only see smoke.
But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his fire in the crowd, and I walked over quickly,
I'm afraid that if he slows down a bit, he will be buried in the dust of time.
I bring my passion, my indifference, my fury, and my gentleness.
As well as having no reason to believe in love, I was out of breath.
I stammered to him, "What's your name?"
It started with what's your name, and later, everything.