In the heart where stories are born, My culture whispers through the night, Echoes of ancestors, never forlorn, Guiding us…
Beneath the moonlit skies, they gather close, In fields where ancient whispers softly sway, The dance begins, each step a…
In the whisper of ancient winds, Stories of old begin to unfold, Through the fabric of time they transcend, Cultures…
In the early morning light, the scent arises, Golden crusts, soft and tender insides, A touch of warmth, a promise…
In the heart of Seoul, where lights never fade, The city breathes with whispers of old and new, Streets bustling…
In the heart of the city, neon lights ablaze, Cherry blossoms dance in the gentle breeze, Ancient temples whisper tales…