The park is near, the end of the Monomarch Street.
To the park, I passed the throngs between the street.
And between the tall trees, go up the park by stairs,
On the mound, the breeze load the sea smells on the airs
The traces of the French Troops\' post and the remains
Of consulate, that shows the old injuries. The cranes
Which far away, that means the heal of the old
Abrasions. As the sun set the sea breeze is cold.
Long time ago, I\'d gone up Freedom Park
The Port was viewed at a look on the top of park.
And the statue of the General McArthur looks down the port,
And the here and there, there\'re old traces of open port.
Over the old trace, there\'s Bay Bridge faraway
Over the seas, the lights are bright on the long bay,
On the way, splitting the darkness, the cars are running,
To the future, crashing the old traces, Yokohama is running.
(Jan. 15th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)