A sprinkling of fairy dust in a tiny glade

A pixy dancing in the dark, throwing out glittering lights

Flickering golden stars, put out and put on again

A delightful celebration of life, in a meaningful, magical way

The tall trees stand still and dark, except for these petite flickering stars

Lighting up their darkness with beauty and dance

They only come for a few weeks in the summer, if the weather's right

These pretty speck of flame, which you may know as fireflies

Can make something no one else can

With their simple light show in a small little glade

They convey awe at the beauty of nature's heart

This is the best of the best, yet simple is it not?

(Hotaru means firefly in Japanese)