It’s the rainy season, it’s stopping for a while.
The summer winds touch the branches softly,
The air is sweet, and the flowers smile.
The auto-wheels’ sounds are heard with humidity
The old days’ palace is under the reconstruction,
And the new stores are queued in both sides of the streets.
Like the old days, the pharos looks down in the position,
And the color of the clouds turns to the scribbled sheets.
It’s working hours, the young guys are seldom pass
With umbrella in their hands, but streams the city
With energy. The schoolchildren are going after class,
They prepare the persons in restaurant with vitality.
It grows weak the corona virus, and no curfew,
And again, people begin to bustle,
Even with the thin purse, they expect the new
Government. The renewal, it was the Suwon castle.