地を裂くように息を吸い

地を裂くように息を吸い まだ重さを残したまま 空へ身体をほどいていく 飛龍は、完成ではない 傷も熱も抱えたまま 上へ、上へと衝動に従う 落ちることも知りながら それでも昇ることをやめない かたちになりきらない力が いちばん美しく燃える瞬間 まだ途中 だからこそ、空に届く前の光が強い inhales as if tearing through the earth still carrying its weight unraveling its body into the sky The flying dragon is not completion It rises holding wounds and heat driven upward by pure impulse Knowing it could fall yet never choosing to stop ascending A power not yet fully formed burns the brightest in that moment Still in between and that is why the light before reaching the sky is the strongest