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 accompany him.
She saw his fire in the crowd, and she walked over quickly,
I'm afraid that if he slows down a bit, he will be buried in the dust of time.
With her enthusiasm, her indifference, her fury, her gentleness,
And having no reason to believe in love, I was out of breath.
She stammered to him, "What's your name?"
It started with what's your name, and later, everything.