The ship sped across the open sea.
Bringing warmth from the mainland.
The peach trees arranged to pose for photos.
Smiling eyes, a breeze of youth.
Love and trust are sent on the waves.
On each small gun
My mother whispered about our homeland.
At night, I converse with the crescent moon.
A lullaby carried by the waves
With countless wishes and greetings.
Having a steady footing in your twenties.
Elevating the nation's thousand-year history.
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