Now we sing a song of Han
A song of sorrow for the day
A journey that once seemed long
Has nearly slipped away
Epiphany enlightenment
Sacred sights and sounds
Buddhist Monks and Shinto shrines
We walked on holy grounds
I have not found the words as yet
That do justice to the quest
Inadequate the sounds I have
As I describe the test
Ah-di-da, she sings, we sing
On this, our last of days
Everything is like a vapor
And this vapor drifts away
Based on jennie Kim’s Song of han –Korea 2001
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