That last line really spoke to me in that simple wish to still have your fireflies, and the significance of everything that fireflies used to represent. More than just a pleasant summer evening. More than a fun activity, more than staring at them in wonder. They held that childlike innocence before possibly knowing the heaviness of the world. They offered that light to you, made you feel a part of the world, and not burdened and overwhelmed by the darkness. I adore the imagery in this, the nostalgia, and also the bittersweet moment of remembering and wishing you could still hold on to them and have them be that reminder. Holding on then releasing them made me think of exhaling, of letting yourself be caught in the pure joy and content of dancing with them... following them and being a part of the "magic". It may seem like such a simple thing to others, but it holds such meaning for you.