Near the Han-River, I\'ve been lived for twenty years.
In spring, the fishing floats are beautiful in the dark fogs.
Not knowing why the Izaak Walton\'s rushing to the fishing place.
Then how can I remember the reason Dong-Bong been a recluse.
The big and Green building in Yeouido, it stinks polluted lousy,
My maisonette in Yong-San, always the river winds blows cleary.
Now, it become diminished my ambitions in young days.
Often, the old friend invites me to the saloon these days.