On the peak of mountain the Taeguk flag hangs and flutters on the pole.
And on the blue sky, clouds are tranquil and the lined geese fly and howl.
Mt. Bulam silently stand, observing the city below,
And Chungryang Stream meanders the city and vainly flow.
Even the traces of ancient heroes’ve faded away,
But now at night, the streetlights’re shining brightly on the way.
Mt. Bulam! Please tell the bloodshedding story of warriors.
So leaping beyond the painful history, and we make them indicators.
(Jan., 26th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)