Can't Keep the Wind

He is like the wind, I am so close to him, but yet so far away. The wind blew through my hair, and he liked to curl the ends of my hair. The wind blows across my face, and he likes to caress my cheeks The wind blows up the corners of my clothes, and he likes to pull them. The wind blew past my trousers, and he liked to roll up my trousers. The wind touches my toes gently, and he likes to hold my ankles. Later, the wind stopped, and I couldn't keep the wind, him, or myself. I stood alone on the bridge, watching the paper planes flying by my ears, and thinking of the summer with him, that hot, regretful, but joyful summer. I am waiting for the wind of that summer, but every summer is no longer that summer. Summer is the summer that only belongs to us. I thought I couldn't wait any longer. But then, the wind picked up. Intention: I once saw the sun in the clouds. His name is Yuanyi.