He who's at night, the moon, at day, the sun,

No wonder he provides you brighter light.

And in his presence, you feel warmth and fun,

More than in mine, which less warm and less bright.

But if were his light covered by dark cloud;

And by some chance, your days get dark and cold,

Amidst the rain of pain and thunder loud,

Your heart gets out of fun and full of woe!

Then will I be your light and happ'ly shine;

With light born from my love inside my heart,

A flickering spark of a small firefly;

For a lost girl to know where to depart.

For him to shine, he merely uses his breath.

My shine for you, takes away my own health.