I used to be a world-renowned race driver. I am famous not only because my extraordinary achievement – 10 consecutive world champion title – but also because I am almost a blind person. When I was 19 months old, destiny made a joke on me – a sudden high fever caused me several days coma, and when I finally woke up, my eyes were almost burnt to blindness. My parents were just ordinary working-class. Our family had no money to find a fine doctor to treat my eyes nor to find a private tutor to teach me reading and writing. This unexpected disaster caused my family a deep anxiety about my future. Until one day, something miraculous happened. My parents told me that it was my first time running. They were immediately terrified, being afraid of me falling down, and rushed over to try to hold me. But I somehow dodged them and continued to run forward, ghostly bypassed all the obstacles and kept running until I ran into a dead end. My parents were stunned. How could a blind child be able to avoid all the obstacles? When God closes a door, he opens a window. My parents gradually realized that although I could hardly see anything which was still in daily life, as long as I started moving, and the faster I moved, the more I could perceive, even far beyond the perception of normal people – my almost-burnt blind eyes would become a pair of eagle-eyes at high speed!

My parents decided to train me as a future race driver, because racing was obviously a career of high speed. Their decision was right. When I stepped on the throttle of a go-kart for the first time, the view in front of me immediately started to be topologized. Track, cars, referee, trees, birds, clouds, dust… everything was accelerating, losing shape and size while all became the flowing element. My vision has nothing to do with the clarity of the image. My vision is all about the force of element. What a wonderful feeling! At high speed, the world becomes so exquisite. While this exquisiteness constantly tempted me to pursue speed, it also taught me how to control speed. When I looked at the track, I could see the friction of the ground. When I looked into the air, I could see the wind. I was always able to accelerate and decelerate, go in and out of the corner at the perfect time – my steering-throttling technique was far beyond imagination. I didn’t even need to take some warm-up runs to get familiar with a track because what made me unbeatable was exactly my ability to have the most comprehensive perception and make the most precise choice at every single fresh moment.

I became the youngest world champion very soon and my arrival made a huge impact on the racing world. All the teams began to build some real-time data analysis teams to provide their race drivers with various information. For my team, however, everything except the technician team would be superfluous. My record also proved that the speed of information technology could not keep up with my speed. I had been keeping my title for ten years and never met one single competitive challenger. But I knew that winning was not my goal nor did it bring me any pleasure. What really made me happy was playing with these flowing elements at high speed, was these marvelous colors usually hidden in the still and slow dark world. Every time I passed by the crowd of audience, I could perceive those elements of human which cannot be felt in my daily life. In a millisecond, I seemed to have a 10-year experience with a stranger. This kind of experience was not derived from pure observation. It was also by no means any kind of communication. I could only describe it as a gift of speed. In my 10 years racing career, I never considered retirement. I enjoyed everything that speed brought me and the racing world also needed me to stimulate some technological revolutions. I always felt that I would never stop racing only if my body could not afford the speed until the penultimate lap of that race, I saw her eyes at the back of that stand.

I almost got into a car crash – how beautiful this pair of eyes are! – I desperately stepped on the throttle, because I wanted to see them more clearly. The price was the first time in my whole career that I missed the decelerating moment and rushed into crash barrier. My body quickly adjusted and returned to the track, but my heart was already lost. Despite this chaotic state, there was one thing I was sure at that moment – that is – I must see her again. The last lap, I broke my own record of the section in front that stand. But breaking record was nothing significant. What was significant was that I saw her again at full speed.

After that race, I fell into a complex mood of both happiness and sadness. Is she a regular audience or does she only watch racing occasionally? Is she a fan of me? Is there any chance to see her in the future? I anxiously waited for the next race. Day and night, my mind was full of her and her incomparable beauty. Finally, on the day of race, as soon as I started my car, I immediately looked up into the stand… She was there! Just a moment, I recognized her. I could not help myself – I saw water element gathering in front of me – it was the tears of love. I was blessed by god. I broke the record every lap. This was the most wonderful date. Every lap, the single moment, at the point where she was, refreshed the happiness of my whole life again and again. Whether she was my fan or not, whether she came for me or not, were not important anymore. Because the moment I shed tears, I understood what true love is. Love is the art of speed, the crystallization of appearance and disappearance. It is neither about intimacy nor company. It is a blossom of a moment as well as a concealment of a life.

I felt the commotion among the audience. It was impossible for a race driver to keep breaking the record every lap in a single race. This must be something God was foreshadowing. As the speed of my car approached its limit, my eyes started to be able to saw music! It was the sound from the God of speed – an epithalamium! The God of speed is the God of love. When the speed exceeds the limit of race car, that will be the beginning of our marriage. I shuddered. I knew that this race would be my curtain call, and our wedding. How could a wedding lack a wedding ring? The last lap, I would draw a golden period to my glorious career. Only this golden orb could crown our love. The last lap, I finally cast my ten-year spiraling coil into a closed ring. It would be the wedding ring only a race driver like me could forge, and would only fit her finger. The last lap, I would take my bride at full speed. The God of speed would be our emcee. The audience would applauded for us. Bidding farewell to the race track with the unprecedently high speed and disappearing in the direction of her fingers, because a family could only be born in secret. The last lap, the water element gathered in front of me again – it was the tears of farewell, but also the tears of hope. For the last time, I projected my view towards the back of that stand, I saw her wrapped in water. In her eyes, for the first time, I saw happiness, saw beauty, saw love, collapsing in front of me.