Omoideha Kireide by Aimer, from the album Sun Dance

 

 

 https://music.apple.com/nz/album/omoideha-kireide/1538260864?i=1538261231

 

 

  I like this song. 

White shoes,
even if they're all muddy,
the park swing, a secret kitten—
we played until sunset.
Your voice calling out,
the smell of dinner, and our stretching shadows.

That back, bigger than anyone else's,
those hands, the gentlest in the whole world.
Even though you were tired, you still gave me piggyback rides.
The sunset looked so close, like I could touch it.

Memories are beautiful.
I used to admire you.
The smile that slipped out on its own—
it's a habit I inherited from you.

Sunday mornings, burnt toast,
a shirt fallen on the floor, and Mom laughing.
Come Monday, you were stronger than anyone.
We rode together, remember? On that rusty bicycle.

Memories are beautiful.
I looked up to you.
The smile that slipped out on its own—
it's a habit I inherited from you.

Just a little longer,
if only a little longer,
if I could’ve stayed by your side,
what would I have told you?

Goodbye.
Thank you.
I was loved.
Only the most ordinary words
came out of me in the end.