Unlike other nights, you are the reason I move my pen,

as we are way more than we were back then,

while in these dark nights my blood only stirs,

and my emotions are caught up, a crimson cloud occurs,

leaving me to ponder among the sound of thunder,

hoping that among these sounds you lay under,

as I can't stand the bare glimpse of you tonight,

and hope my lightning hits you with all its might.