Beneath the neon lights of Seoul, they dance,
In alleys where the past and present meet,
Stories whispered in a stolen glance,
Heartbeats echoing through every street.

The morning calm breaks with a bustling song,
City life awakens with the dawn,
Markets filled with laughter, bustling throng,
Each moment cherished, never gone.

Ancient palaces guard the tales untold,
Of kings and warriors, brave and bold,
Cherry blossoms paint the skies with gold,
As seasons change, their beauty unfolds.

From Busan’s shores to Jeju’s peaks so high,
The spirit of Korea reaches for the sky,
A land where dreams and reality tie,
In every heart, the Korean life will lie.