Alone in a secret place,
Looking through yellow dust over a mournful sea of Souls,
Strange pinks and yellows I see rising. Is this spring?

So high a place,
Way beyond a dream,
A mountain top,

A great city below,
Millions of fluorescent moons,
Traveling through space and time,
Beneath is my Seoul,

You pull tears from my heart,
Such incredible beauty,
Such wonderful music,

Such hidden pain and sadness haunt my Seoul below.

Alone in a secret place,
Standing shouting no!



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