Whenever the summer solstice comes
In the open fields, in the quiet valleys, in the dense woods
One by one, in groups, they show their graceful dancing postures in the mountains.
Although they are small, they can block the erosion of darkness by themselves
Although their lives are short, they have the most brilliant life
The beauty of a flash in the pan may be too short-lived
But its beauty will always remain in my mind and I can't forget it for a long time.
This is an ancient story, a story about fireflies, a sad story
It was they who started everything, and it was they who destroyed everything. They witnessed everything.
It all started on a summer solstice night~~~~~