骨 Hone by Amano Tsukiko

If you ever were to die,
to become just skin and bones,
to cover your back,
I'd make a coat.

the scars of burst pimples
the moles along your spine,
they were like constellations
from my cherished childhood textbooks

Why do we soon forget
the things that are so close to us,
creating a distance that can't be reclaimed.
Did we really just give up?

It's a beautiful day
even with mistakes repeated, sins committed.
It's a beautiful day,
the person who taught me
the art of washing it all away.

If you ever were to die
to become just white ash
mixing it with pretty paints,
I'd draw your picture

Why do we dispose
the things that are close to us?
did you just protect for me
that space where I slept?

It's a beautiful day
lame jokes and boring stories
It's a beautiful day
you and your belly laughs

Violent tossing and loud snores
the many nights when I'd curse you

It's a beautiful day
even with mistakes repeated and sins committed
It's a beautiful day
the person who taught me to wash it away

It's a beautiful day
lame jokes and boring stories
It's a beautiful day
illuminated by gentle sunbeams