We will all live and die,
chasing after those fireflies,
like our dreams illuminating in the night,
only to disappear with flight.
As we reach and ****** and miss,
stumble until the ground we kiss,
And some quit and go back home,
but others hearts are made of stone.
While the others feel the pain of failure,
the driven ones push on with valor,
but soon daylight comes and the sun will rise,
and then we can count our fireflies.