The snow falls,
covering youthful memories,
and a loving bloom,

Eleven thousand kilometers away,
shines, a thatched roof house,
surrounded by bright fields of barley,
with towers of glass rising in the distance.

Boundless waves, of a cold ocean
separates me
from my dream,

I pray to God, for a miracle,
to touch the land, I miss from
my youthful days,

To return home to you,
in the real world.
Is my hope, I mourn every day,

With spring snow melting,

To the nation of my youth,
With cherry blossoms blooming,
kneeling down upon my Seoul,

Thanking God, I'm finally home.

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