He and I are like two glasses of water, one glass of boiling water and one glass of ice water. Either I was too cold and he was too hot, or he was too cold and I burned him again. Only when he and I are at the same temperature can the condensed water droplets like teardrops be wiped away. However, we have been unable to cool down or warm up alone. We have been tumbling between the two extremes for a long time, as if we were about to shed tears.
At this time, my heart was still beating irritably and uneasily...