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.