There is a fire in each one's heart,
The passers-by only see a smoke.
but there would be one,
who definitely can see the fire,
there she comes and accompany with me.
in the crowd do I see her fire,
then I walk to her in a rush ,
for fear that even in a blink of an eye will she be drowned in the ruins of time,
with my passion and indifference, wildness and tenderness,
as well as unswerving faith in love do I walk to her out of breath.
stuttering: What... is...your...name?
All begins from then on...
-Van Gogh
