Glowing like fireflies in the fields,
The fairies dance with the blooming flowers
And gracefully light up the night.
All of the mist becomes transparent.
Like the night alone from its opposite,
It veils the judgment of sinless fun,
Allowing the fairies to revel in secret
Away from those who prey on them.
When the morning starts to rise,
They fly elegantly to the willow tree,
Decorating the beauty with elegance.
And the elegance follows them in their dreams.
A simple love can be so eternal,
For that these fairies are immortal to the night.
Even though they can burn to death in the day,
Their ashes still flow with the wind into the night.
They are the fairies of the night…