Lyric

The sound of the remote control falling

Wakes her up from a half-sleep

The TV is flashing

Like a door that can't speak

My old partner lies on the bed with a blank look in his eyes

I can't remember her name

My son is an outstanding doctor in the United States

My daughter is an accountant but she's also far away

She looks down at the pillow

It has been on the sofa for many years

It's her third child

Never went abroad, never left

But never called her mom

The room is quiet, even the clock is whispering

She cooked three bowls of soup and only drank one sip

If time could go back

She said she would keep her children by her side

She looks down at the pillow

It's like a confession to the future

That was the time she couldn't hold on to

It's not in her passport

She can only breathe in this old house

She once said that it was for the quality of life of her children

But she never said that it was for her own heart

She looked down at the pillow

That was her only son who would never grow up

Will never travel far away, won't miss him

But he wouldn't

Say "ただいま" (I'm back)

The TV continued to broadcast the news

She sat quietly on the sofa until dusk

The third son

Still there, motionless