We were both remarkable when I first saw you
Standing on the busy streets of Seoul.
I wake up, and the flashback starts:
Incheon is where I'm standing in the spring air.

What are you doing crying standing alone?
You who wears that bright white robe,
That shiny pink hat of cherry blossoms,
Dreaming about the day when I wake up and find
That what I'm looking for has been in front of you all along.

So this is me singing,
Standing in front of you saying, "Take me back home!"
And I go back to springtime in my dreams all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but dreaming deeply,
Wishing, I'd realized you are not a ghost.

I'd go back to past springs in my dreams,
Turn around and do some flying to a calm place.
I go back to springtime dreams quite often.

My dearest, let's do some dancing,
This love is pink and white,
It's a love story of a place where a beautiful woman lives,
Dearest, just be my cute little kitten.

Just snuggling bravely, forever.
Take me back home dearest, Take me back home my love.

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The land where the living meets the dead.
Looking over the great river Han,
A dark place of missing,

Like a dream,
Sacrificing a thousand Lives.

Can you feel the magic of Hero's?
Resting in this place,

Shadows of stone stand tall,
Rising through the mists of a dark history,
Taller than the tallest buildings in Seoul,

Where the magic of life has ended,
In this dark place,  immortality lives on,

Where Faith, Strength Courage will always shine,
Shine brighter than a mother and child
watching their first sunrise,

A place the dead will guard us for eternity.

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Kind Spirit don't go.

Fell asleep on cold frosty January evening,
Hoping to dream about beautiful things,

Awoke in a strange place,
Scared at first.
Where am I?

In front of me a misty woodland,
Gazing through blooms of cherry blossoms,

A white blanket on the ground,
A warm breeze pushing me down,
A warm mist begins to hug me,

On this quiet Spring morning,
Rose petals rain down in front of me,

Out of the fog,
A ghostly figure of a woman appears,
Yet, I was not afraid,

She took my hand and said, "Stand my Prince."
She was the kindest spirit.  
Sing and dance with me around this place I live,  My lost love,

What a strange place this is?
A place where sadness seems to live,
A mound of green,

Yet!

She shines so brightly,
A free Spirit filled with joy and happiness,
Laughing like a child,

I wanted to run with her forever,
I wanted to run around the world with her,
I wanted her to hold on tight and never let go of me,

Who is this beautiful woman with a Spirit of a child?

Oh no! Oh no!

She's running too fast,
I tried to grab this free spirit's hand.

Don't go!

I want to hold on to you forever,

But the morning sun rose, another morning alone,
A place where sadness seems to live.

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When you're tired, feeling bitter,
Dark clouds above you,

When raindrops are flowing down your cheeks, I will dry them all;
I'm on your side.
I'm standing beside you,

When times get bitter,
And friends just can't be found,
You can lay your head down on my chest,
Without saying a word,

Forget about the past,
Forget about the rest,

Fly on home blue girl,
Fly on by.
Fly high into the sky,

Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
Look into the sky,
See how they shine.

If you need a friend,
I'll shine right behind,
Like a warm touch of sunshine,

I will ease your pain,
I will ease your mind,
I will ease your sadness...

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All the respectful magpies,
All the respectful magpies!
All the respectful magpies!

Now Raise Your Wings,

Every night I'm singing in my bed,
Lost in a fairytale.
Lost in a dream,

Can you hold my eyes and be my guide?

Beautiful Queens covered with golden crowns cover your skies.
What kinda dream is this?

You are a strong Seoul a vibrant city.
Either way, I don't wanna cry without you.

Flowers, we run through this Seoul (yeah!)
Roses, we run through  this Seoul (yeah!)
Cherry blossoms, we run through this Spring (yeah!)
Love, we run through in this city Seoul (yeah!)
FLOWERS!

Yes! So fast is my life is right now,
Most incredibly fast, flying through time,
Oh! So quick. Oh! So fast.
Yes! So fast,

All the Queens who are independent,
Throw your smiles at me!
All the Queens who makin' rice cake,
Throw your eyes at me!
All the Queens who truly feel love,
Throw your heart at me!

Tonight I'll be your strong Prince Charming,
I'm calling all my roses.
I know you want my creative Eyes.
I write these words for you,  This dream is yours,
Tonight I'll be your beloved,
I'm calling all my passion for giving to you.

Who runs the world? Flowers, we run this world - yeah!
Who runs this world? Beauty runs this world  - yeah!
Who runs the world? Love runs this world - yeah!

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In the dark mirror of my mind,

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,

It was never meant to be,
Misty mornings by the lake,
Standing alone, looking at the sky,

Holding a glass of rye whiskey,

It was never the way I planned my life,
You're a mystery in my life,
Not my intention,

I got very brave, these last days,
Bold enough, to capture your gaze in my heart,

Lost my discretion,
It's not what, I'm used to,

Just wanna try you on,
I'm curious to know if we will fit together,
Your sunrise reflection caught my affection,

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The taste of your **** pouty lips,
Steamy mists rising in my mind,

Touching  your reflection Choon-Hee just to try it
I hope my princess you don't mind it,

It felt so wrong,
It felt so right,
Don't mean anything, right?

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
No, I don't even know what's real,

It doesn't matter,
You're my alternative to life,
Just human nature, right?

Those sweet Korean girls they are so magical,
**** dark eyes, steamy silk hair, so kissable,
Hard to resist so touchable,
Too good to deny it,
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent,

It's not what,
Proper people do,
Not how they should behave,
My head gets so confused,
Hard to obey,

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The fragrance of your shiny black silk hair,

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee in the rising mists of my mind,
I hope my princess you don't mind it,

It seemed so wrong,
It felt so right,
Don't mean anything, right?

Touching your reflection Choon-Hee,
The sound of your passionate heart,
The feel of your exquisite neck,

Touching your misty reflection Choon-Hee,
I hope my princess you don't mind it.

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