In the early dawn, the thick clouds do not
Depart, yet so dark,
And amidst the dark summer, few passers-by
Are seen in river-park.
Within the mist, water splashes
Are visible, and trout leap to queue,
Beside the woods, the sound of wind
Is heard, and wood pigeons coo.
Motorboats race, leaving foamy
Trails on the lake in rath,
Cyclists greet the oncoming breeze
On freshly at shoulder path.
If only there\'re no thieves who\'re stealing
Tax by the name of committee,
Then Seoul, harmonized with water, would be
The most beautiful and wonderful city.
(Apr. 18th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)