#arirang
Oh
Don't go too far
Don't go too far, while I pray for you
Don't go too far
Stop fighting and travel with me, there's no enemy, oh stay
Oh
Don't go too far
Don't go too far, while I wait for you
Don't go too far
It's not a war field, it's just a field
With mountains and plains
Oh
Why do we keep
Fighting when there's no enemy?
Just stay with me,
Just stay with me my baby oh
ll take care of you.
Oh
I see a star
I see a star upon our blind heads
We'll never reach
But we can lay and watch it while we love
Together.
Oh
Why do we have
To move somewhere else?
Isn't it ok?
Isn't it ok to stay here baby?
Nothing over there.
Oh
I remember when
I remember when I went too far
Drowned was my heart,
I tried to reach the star but it was far
Further than far
Now
I know there's no choice but staying here
And love whole life
No past, no future, I love you so and
No,
I won't stop
Oh
I remember when
I remember when I reached the end
It was so deep,
It was so deep and I had no choice but returning to home.
Now
Now we are together
among the great river
Oh always change
Oh always change, no eternity
So now I love you
Oh
Remember you
Remember you trying to reach your dream
And then you fell
You fell down to the deepest hell
But now
We're still here.
And now
I know there's no choice but staying here
And enjoying life
Enjoying life for what it is
With you,
Oh my love.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Standing on a hilltop,
Singing a song from my dreams,
Looking at the vast green farmland below,
I don't wish to leave my family or home,
But, I need to follow my dream,
She calls me every day,
She sends me her beauty every morning;
Cherry blossoms and roses, in the spring,
Sounds of ocean waves in the summer,
Even the cellphone sound of the cicadas,
Calling to say hello let's party while we can,
She sends me her family photos, of beautiful,
Multi-colored blankets, of Autumn leaves,
Winter pictures of snow covered mountains,
She sings beautiful old songs to me,
Relaxing and magical songs,
Played with only two strings and a bow,
Yet,
She cries in pain,
Her family separated for so very long,
Standing on a mountaintop,
Looking at the Miracle below,
Singing a song from my dreams,
“Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...”
Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Where is the misty street?
Action, exhaustion, and noise.
Noisy, cold guys calmly shove an old, small car.
Faith is a grimy street.
Where is the misty car?
Where is the grimy street?
Why does the guy shrink?
Work, anger, and love.
Hoods walk!
The rain runs like a cold hood.
Ooh, hope and faith!
Rainbow buses ride the streets.
Cars talk!
Streets run like cold doors.
Hoods stop like noisy sidewalks.
Action is a black cab ride.
Why does the sidewalk shrink?
Where is the fast cigarette?
Never fight a flower.
Cherry blossoms in spring.
Splendid, bustling night market, Dongdaemun
Bright nights of food and fun.
Arirang playing out loud.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC