The Hongdae street the brisk wind's blowing at the end of the year,
Neon signs remain lit all night, beautiful in the darkness of blear.
Youngsters and visitors mingle, go with each other laughing together,
The tall zelkova's standing and looking down the park in cold weather.
(Mar.19th,2024. Kinsley Lee)
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