If you and I pass by in the middle of summer that year, there is no smile, no encounter, no tomorrow;

If you and I direct and act in the playground corridor, there is no reunion, no goodbye, no intersection;

If you and I are by our side for a few nights, there is no heart, no hesitation, no end;

If it snows again and you and I release our previous suspicions, there is no crying, no quarrels, no U-turns;

If there is too much affection, you and I are waiting alone, without company, without perfunctory, without leaving;

If we miss the ending, you and I will only be silent, no smile, no forgiveness, no looking back;

If you and I are suspended later, there is no nostalgia, no reluctance, no retention;

If you fall in love with others, you and I return to strangeness, there is no greeting, no disappointment, no past;

If this is if you and I try our best to perform, there is no curtain call, no coldness, no loneliness;

If your heartbeat is always beating with someone else, I'll have to return all the stories and the past.

If you and I pass by in the middle of summer that year, there is no smile, no encounter, no tomorrow;

If you and I direct and act in the playground corridor, there is no reunion, no goodbye, no intersection;

If you and I are by our side for a few nights, there is no heart, no hesitation, no end;

If it snows again and you and I release our previous suspicions, there is no crying, no quarrels, no U-turns;

If there is too much affection, you and I are waiting alone, without company, without perfunctory, without leaving;

If we miss the ending, you and I will only be silent, no smile, no forgiveness, no looking back;

If you and I are suspended later, there is no nostalgia, no reluctance, no retention;

If you fall in love with others, you and I return to strangeness, there is no greeting, no disappointment, no past;

If this is if you and I try our best to perform, there is no curtain call, no coldness, no loneliness;

If your heartbeat is always beating with someone else, I'll have to return all the stories and the past.

If you've been holding an umbrella for someone else in the wind and rain, I'll have to wait for the last train to go home no matter how late it is.

If everything you and I are just a dream, please don't let me get hurt in the dream, don't shed any more tears.

If there is no if, will our story still be sealed with scars and worn away by the dust of time?