The husk of my soul is filled with copper fireflies;
Iridescent with a wine-dyed blush. A Fire dust.
And in the crepuscular light the sun bursts.
Dazzling the half-lit world in webs.
Their bioluminescence hunts for my fated-half;
A lantern guiding you to me.
However it appears that the hotaru are souls of the dearly-departed.
And I’m in this inferno,
Waiting for a dead lover…
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** 'Hotaru' is the Japanese word for 'fireflies'
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