Two girls standing in the woods with fireflies flying around them

Life was a game when little fireflies gleamed... we played, chasing them among blackberry hedges. It's so different now from what it seemed. The world was ours. Every game was a dream and every dream had a thousand colours. The summer evenings never ended, the best days of life were ours. When little fireflies gleamed... every game was a dream and life was a game... but oh...so very long ago it seemed.