The sapling stood alone by herself,
Being soaking up the blood for several years.
The freedom tree were growing itself.
The history has been running for seventy years
From the one-day, the Yeouido be the den of the robbers,
The lobbyists' and bribers' nest out of courts.
Her passion for the nation couldn't endure the destroyers,
Tried to whip and drive them from the courts.
Sadly, but the zeal for the nation consumed her
The cunning robbers responded her by the impeachment,
By treachery of the close people, she had been a prisoner,
In the dark place, was framed by fabricated judgement.
The agencies were breaking the nation in every
Days and nights, and the vermin are flying.
With blood, we must guard and restore our history,
Raise the Sharon's Roses'll be blooming.
-Tengre
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