Éblouie par la nuit

I take it mean that she's been aimless her whole life that is a whirl of distractions and bright lights, waiting for that one somebody, that one perfect someone who would complete her, and she finally does find him, only he's gone by morning and she's deeply mourning the loss.

I also suspect the translation for, "De nos nuits de fumettes" is meant to be "our nights smouldering", a literary mixing of imagery, but... poet... translator... non... etc...