This is different from past poems, not a short Japanese form but a longer free form one. There are many storms here in the late summer, a lot of thunder and lightning. Not so many dragons, but maybe I can't see them.
There is no end in sight; my grimmest days, sparked with your own two hands like a dragon, its awesome power of fire. There is absolutely no reason needed.
I dared to make your dreams come true, not just wish. With determination renewed, my journey carries on like the voices in the loop, of the dream, the dream I had.
See the tears, hear the sound of water, from a dream but I sink faster until I am stopped. Are you waiting to be followed by thunder? See the tears, the voices of the dead.
