I looked for the stars
And was given the sun.

I looked for the stars
And was given the moon.

I asked the tree on my garden
Why the star lights are so elusive
This time of year.

Or was I just blinded by the sun’s glares
Or was I just lured by moon’s sweet talking

Immersed to sun’s grandness
Drunken to moon’s wine

Come here, said the fireflies,
Partake on our humble light.