In the heart of bustling Seoul,
Where the city never sleeps,
Dreams are woven with nightâs embrace,
In alleyways where silence creeps.
Morning lights the hanok roofs,
A gentle call to rise and shine,
The aroma of fresh street food,
Mingling with whispers of the divine.
Cherry blossoms line the path,
Where children play and elders walk,
Stories shared in soft hushed tones,
In every gaze, the past unlocks.
As the day fades to twilight hues,
Neon lights begin to dance,
In the rhythm of Korean life,
Every moment a fleeting chance.