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 walked over quickly, fearing that if I were slower, he would be drowned in the dust of time. I walked out of breath with my passion, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unreasonable belief in love. I stammered and said to him: "What's your name?" It started with what's your name, and later, everything.