The middle of the rainy season;
After the rain today, a lukewarm wind
blows throught the quiet night streets.
Summer draws near,
Shining with light.
It steals my gaze, i want to hold it.
I want to try touching it.
You are just like this firefly.
Are you ready? I still want to look;
Are you ready? At that heart.
I can't tell you how you feel.
The more i want the more it hurts,
even so unfamiliar to hate you.
To look at the fireflies dancing in the air,
flutter in the air from the place;
where i touched them just a little bit,
is what i like the best.
Quietly, quietly i can't hold within
the heart of yours.
It's just my own thinking, i want to cry and feel.
Not accustomed to the same feelings.
Are you ready? I still want to look.
Are you ready? At that heart
I can not see your feelings;
It becomes painful as the desire,
unfamiliar still to hate.
It's just my own thinking,
I want to cry and feel,
i want to know your feelings.