Everynight i fly around the campus on my roller, feeling everything flys and changes, but not me.

Here i become a fairy in the dark night. But it's quiet, only the wheels whisper as well as somebody might talking to me, i can't hear them. 

Mildness was taken away by spring, summer's insects has brought  hot-air. It's time to dance, but i'm tired. "it shouldn't be so." i wanna say, but hope nobody will hear it.

Butterfly has its own dream, he is trying hard.