Where ancient palaces of stone and gold,
Still whisper stories that are centuries old.
A land of mountains draped in misty white,
Glimmering softly in the morning light.
The cherry blossoms dance in Seoul's bright street,
Where past and future in a rhythm meet.
The Han River flows with a silver grace,
Reflecting the soul of a resilient race.
From Jeju's shores where the blue waves roar,
To the hidden temples and the forest floor.
In autumn, the maples turn to fire and red,
A velvet carpet where the dreamers tread.
The scent of tea and the Hanbok's glow,
In a village where the quiet breezes blow.
Technology shimmers in a neon sky,
While the silent spirit of the hills stays high.
A tapestry woven with heart and with hand,
The morning calm of a magical land.
From Namsan's height to the Busan sea,
Korea stands proud, for the world to see.