Excuse me, thank you. When we walking through the crowd, we thought this is the end of our relationship to a stranger. What if it is not?
We know my name and your name, my nationality and your nationality, my experience and your memory. Is this really make us distinctive? The relationship between me and you is just like the reflection fragments on a river surface. It start from a whole piece but because of the ripple it give us an illusion of being separated.