"If only, if only, I could have met you earlier, how great it would be." She sighed.
"If only, if only, I could listen to my own voice earlier and get closer to you, how great it would be." She closed her eyes, her face full of sadness.
"It's a pity..."
"It's a pity that there is no if." Someone came quietly from behind her and took over this sentence.
She opened her eyes in surprise and turned towards the man: "Is it you?!!"
"Yes, it's me." The man repeated,
He smiled inadvertently, "I'm back."
She burst into tears silently...