My Seoul Longs for You

Away, far far away... from the land that caressed my Seoul.

Four years, 16 seasons of Winter through Fall. I don't

want to forget anything about her. The streets. The traffic.

The cherry blossoms of Spring. The heat of Summer. The

leaves changing colors in the middle of Autumn. The people.

The hellishly cold Winter. The slab of ice on the street that

never melts for 3 months. The food... oh, yes! The food! The

city that never sleeps. Seoul, my friend you hold in your heart

all those people so dear to me. Yes, the people. My friends.

My Seoul longs for you. I reach deep into my inner being

to find that place where you'll never be forgotten. You remind

me that you are always with me. You are now and forever...

My Seoul!