Each afternoon I look to the West
And try to see far to the East;
I am aware the day is dying,
I see the Sun bleeding red!
Sun is collapsing into death and darkness,
Into such a cold winter's blackness,
So lonely, I am missing you,
Impossible!
Suddenly I awake in a far away place,
So strange are my feelings for this place,
Feelings of love for a place I have never lived,
Impossible!
I see a tall spire reaching for the sky on a mountain,
I seem to recognize you, but you are not what I remember,
Now I see a Seoul Standing in front of the moon.
I bow to you.
You have grown into a beautiful place,
Impossible!
I still have memories of you from so long ago,
An Impossible dream or is it a dream come true?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem