Jumping from
Roof to roof,
Excitement of mine
Being lived.
Right below me,
The swarm of white and blue
Out to get me.
Hotarubi,
The name of my fireflies.
Used as a weapon,
A fly of fire,
Green with glow.
I turn my head,
Eyes a cast.
Interests on a figure upon a
Window.
A girl of my age,
A white dress around her,
Hair of ravens.
Her face of doll-like expression.
Catching eyes,
The eyes of the sky,
She lifted herself off the window
And seemed to fly.
Who are you?