As soon as the sun settled down,
They shone like the shooting stars,
Amidst the greens pierced with flowers white,
Enlightened the trees with their light.
Catching the sight of the child's eye,
They rise high to the sky.
Then watch the people allure its beauty,
As bright as the morning sky.
Oh! The little glowing bugs,
The twinkling is now gone.
The calm air turned hazy now.
The fireflies lost!
