At the Nam-San

There’s a small mountain in the center of the street, the tower

Is stand up. To the southward, the river is flowing.

And people ascend the mountain at noon-hour.

The trees in the side the roads, they’re flowering

The foot of the mountain in a southwards direction,

There’re many alleys and beautiful houses

On the area, and the young had gathered for ejection

Of the passion, with the masks instead of the blouses.

The accident! The disaster was occurred at the place.

The broadcasts had been encouraging the festival.

But Blaming! But they hid their former face

And shifting their position easily like an Evil.

The broadcasts blamed the government every

Days, and the politicians asserted the punishment

To the persons in charge as their benefit, and the plot-theory

Was brought and spread by someone, to the government.

The investigation for the cause of the accident, and the supplement

The system for preventing recurrence is not their interest.

The labor unions were congregated but the treatment

For the injured isn’t their aim. They flocked as the interest.

The autopsies were not executed by the medical authorities

The dead were sent for burning out

With all of the proofs for social securities.

And it only left the social groups’ shout.

But the people’re not fool to be deceived again,

They’re enough to clever to know the truth,

And they’ll improve the system and never again

For occurring the accident, it’s the commitment with the youth.

The river is flowing far away

It’s delivering the joyous and sorrowful stories.

In the twilight sky the sun fades away

And tomorrow we’ll make the other stories.