The beginning of the east, the sun does not set
I was in front of pride.
Approaching across the Atlantic Ocean
The long-awaited dream of Oxford
It is both sensual and rational.
Passion is both righteous and attractive
Flowing quietly along the Tams River
It is heading towards a wide world.
The dream of the crown prince of the kingdom
It shines on the crown.
The Queen’s smile turned into benevolence
It envelops the city fragrantly.
As much as a noble and splendid history
Although it presents a thorough human dignity
For some reason, Waterloo is far away
It’s still wet with fog.
Tower Bridge and the Houses of Parliament
Like a symbol of individualism and democracy
I’m just asking for a handshake.
Surely even the anguish of mankind
When we embrace wisely,
Again, everyone in this world
I will remember London for a long time
I dared to say.
Hearing the original glory
It seems to be waiting for the blue wave at any time
Now on top of the stained world history
The dream of restoring the messy humanity
When it blooms again from Linton,
The true humanism of our time is
It could be beautiful
Let’s make a sound.