Firefly

In the deep grave in which I lie, Beneath a dark , moonless sky, The lamp of life ,ran out of fuel, And the senses and soul are engaged in a duel, The whimsical winds blow away my shroud, Far away from me , to cover the clouds, To bound them, from providing any rain, To this barren land ,land of pain, But some little dancing light isn't letting me to die, Who can gleaming alone in the vast summer sky ? Ha ! How can I give up all of mine will, When the fragile firefly is shining still!