The Kyeong-Eui Rail Road Park

It’s the many faces along the way

From Yong-san to Yon-nam, brooks and grasses

Between the woods, not ending way

Linked to the buildings and stores, the masses

Of the people pour out of the office at lunchtime,

And afternoon the old are sunbathing the daytime.

The holiday morning the young girls running

With sweating and wagging their pony- tails.

After closing time, they are waiting

On the seats at the outdoor cafes for the ales.

Summer, sky turns reddish at the twilight,

And between the woodland, the roads lighten the park light.

Like snowy, under the cherry trees,

And autumn there is filled the burning leaves.

The petals are falling by the springtime breeze,

And the aromatic winds pass through their sleeves.

As the season’s going, the park’s many faces

And the people walk the way, as their age’s paces.

The young and old, in rail-road Park

Are writing in everyday life for their themes.

Some people begin their work at dark

In early for seeking their hopes and dreams,

The parkway is not only for the present Seoul,

But the railroad’s bounding for tomorrow’s goal.