It's been a month since I came to see you
Sitting by the window in your nursing home
Your face looked brighter than before
But somehow you seemed more quiet now
You turned eighty-six last month
Time keeps moving on, I know
You smiled and talked the way you always do
But somehow you looked smaller than before
A man who always stood on his own
Finally chose to lean on someone else
Every time I think about that day
A little ache remains inside my heart
I'll come again next week
So stay well until then
Those simple words I always say
Mean more to me than ever now
The time we have is running short
But there's still so much I want to hear
Dad
Just a little longer
Please stay strong for me
Eight years ago when Mom
Left this world and went to heaven
You were never quite the same
After she was gone
The one who'd always been beside you
Suddenly disappeared one day
A loneliness so deep and wide
I could never truly understand
Sometimes sitting in the corner
Trying hard to hide your tears
I pretended not to notice
But I saw them all along
Still you kept moving forward
And made it all the way to today
You've faced sickness time and again
And somehow found your way back home
I'll come again next week
So stay well until then
Mom is surely watching over you
So everything will be alright
You've survived so many battles
And come through every storm before
Don't give up now
Don't give up now
The day I handed you that letter
Asking you to move into the home
You read it without saying a word
I still remember your profile then
What were you thinking in that moment?
Did it hurt your pride somehow?
I'm sorry
I couldn't care for you myself
I'm sorry
I truly am
Every Friday was sushi day
I'd bring some home and watch you smile
As you enjoyed every bite
That memory still stays with me
Now you eat your meals alone
"Lonely, isn't it?" you softly said
Those few words still echo gently
Somewhere deep inside my heart
I'll come again next week
So stay well until then
While I still can, let me say
Thank you, Dad
That broad back I watched
From the passenger seat of your truck
Is still the man I look up to today
The time we share may not be long
So let's treasure every day we have
I'll come again next week
So stay well until then
Until that day
Stay well, Dad
- Lyricist
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Composer
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Producer
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Vocals
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English Description
"I Know You Cried Sometimes"
I always thought my father was strong.
He rarely complained, never showed weakness, and spent his life taking care of the people he loved.
But after my mother passed away, I sometimes saw him sitting alone, quietly hiding his tears.
Now, at eighty-six years old, he lives in a nursing home.
Yet he is still the same father I looked up to as a child-the man whose broad back I watched from the passenger seat of his truck.
This song is about gratitude, regret, family, and the precious time we still have with the people we love.
A gentle tribute to fathers, mothers, and the memories that never leave us.
"I'll come again next week.
So stay well until then."
