The hand stroke at midnight
Still I lie awake here in the emptiness
Without a single twinkle of a star in the sky
My eyes can only wish for drowsiness

The white ceiling turned into a play of shadows
Little white fireflies start to fly across my sight
What land did they come from? I wished to know
I tried to ask yet one by one they disappeared into the moonlight

Their dancing replayed in my mind
They looked so happy and carefree
And I wondered why I couldn’t savor that joy in life
I’m chained yet no one can see

Every night the white fireflies came
And I’m starting to realize why
For only they can see my chains
Yet can do nothing but just light their fire