Summer Night Wind and Boy

I always sit by the window where I study in the evening, looking at his profile in the moonlight. He is the dazzling young man on the basketball court, the name I wrote and crossed out on my draft paper, and the heartbeat that cannot be hidden in the summer night wind. We have met countless times by chance, and we have also had fun and laughter among friends, but we have never dared to break through the thin layer of window paper. It wasn't until the night after the college entrance examination, when the wind passed through the playground, that I realized that some of my love could only stay in the summer when I was seventeen years old, with that always high-spirited boy.