I will never ask for a 'Thank You.'
Even in thousands or tens of thousands of times like this,
You do not have to say, 'Thank You' to me.
In the moonless darkness of words, the dreamers seek.
Beyond this moment of longing the song writers rejoice!
Even in thousands or tens of thousands of times like this.
I will never ask for a 'Thank You.'
This Miracle the cold Bukhan Mountain of this beautiful,
Seoul. The children seek to climb.
On the cold mountains of this miracle the old ones dream.
Even in thousands or tens of thousands of times like this.
You do not have to say, 'Thank You' to me.
No truth ever spoken was truer than this.
Write your words of wisdom in song on the bathroom wall.
Looking for any sign of shelter.
This wisdom carved in to a brick of white and silver.
Even in thousands or tens of thousands of times like this.
I will never ask for 'Thank You' to be said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem