My Dreams of 'The Land of the Morning Calm' (Regional)
It began on a wonderful summer morning.
It was the most amazing romance around.
She was the most beautiful loving place I have seen.
She was my Seoul,
My lovely 'Land of Morning Calm,
My Loving Korea.
We used to love so well together.
I wanted to smile together, wave to the world,
I wanted to see it all.
But one morning, one great morning,
We decided to smile too much.
Together we kissed a Korean Magpie flying high.
It was respectful, so respectful as a white tiger chasing evil away.
From that moment, our relationship changed.
She grew so modern with bright lights everywhere.
Then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
We slept under a cherry blossom tree.
Alas, a cherry blossom tree!
I fell asleep under a cherry blossom tree.
So beautiful, so entertaining my Korean dreams.
The next day I thought my mind had broken,
I thought my dreams had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That awesome summer morning.
Only a dream... ouch!
When I think of that beautiful loving site,
That beautiful, loving place.
I miss my Korean dreams.
"Is it possible to miss a place you've never been? To mourn a time you never lived? "
- Jack Harper, "Oblivion"
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