🤍명절에 잡은 그 손이 이렇게 작아진 줄 몰랐어요"어머니의 손" | Korean Folk Ballad | NeonSan

🤍 Mother's Hand I held her hand for the first time in a long while during the holidays, and I wondered if her hand was ever this small. That hand cooked meals and raised me, but how many times have I actually held that hand? — — — 💿 Track Info Genre │ Korean Urban Folk · Acoustic Ballad Arrangement │ Fingerpicked acoustic guitar · Chromatic harmonica · Brushed percussion — — — 🎙️ About This Song After the holidays passed, I cried alone in the car. It was only much later that I realized the reason. Because my mother's hand had become so small. I told myself, "I should treat you well, starting tomorrow," but I hadn't counted how many of those "tomors" had passed until I wrote this song. The voice that always said it was okay whenever I called, and when I heard later that her knee hurt, only then did I see the words left behind. This song is not about regret, but also a promise that it is not too late. — — — 🎵 Lyrics [Verse 1] I held your hand for the first time in a while during the holidays I wondered if it was ever this small I don't know when it became this rough I've never looked at it properly even once The scar from a slight cut while washing dishes Even the inside of my wrist, permeated with the smell of pain relief patches This hand cooked meals and raised me How many times have I actually held that hand? [Chorus] Ah, Mother, why are your hands so small? Your hands used to be this big when I was little Your hands, which were the warmest in the world When did you become so thin? I had so much to say, but my mouth wouldn't open So I just held it tight [Verse 2] Whenever I called, you always just said you were fine All you said was whether I had eaten Now I realize how many words were left behind behind those words I heard later that your knees hurt And that climbing stairs was hard And that you didn't want to tell me Did I live pretending not to know? [Bridge] I should treat you well I did it I said it would start tomorrow But I haven't been able to count how many tomorrows have passed [Final Chorus] Oh, Mother, don't let go of my hand As long as I hold this hand, I'm still okay I guess this is what it means to grow up I realized it too late Next time I come, I'll stay longer I'll definitely do that, this time for real [Outro] I cried alone in the car on the way here — — — 🔔 If you enjoyed NeonSan's music Subscribing and liking are a great help 🤍 Please turn on notifications to receive alerts for new songs 🔔 — — — #Mother'sHand #Mother #Korean_Folk #KoreanFolk #NeonSan #NeonSan #AcousticGuitarBallad #Acoustic #SentimentalMusic #Holiday #Hand #Parents #Harmonica #GentleSong #Tears #Regret #Love #Family #UrbanFolk #AcousticBallad #KoreanMusic #IndieFolk