In Amsterdam

The passion of the red tulip

Windmills mingle in the wind

A city where love and romance dreams

Continuing along the waterway,

The beautiful matchboxes of various kinds

As if to fall, stagger

I’m standing in my own way,

We hug each other in our own way,

It is approaching with the warmth of living.

Meeting on the street

Even those who are not alive at all

All the emotions that emanate

Even the illusion that we must have met before,

The antique background is also impressive.

Right next door, in the square of the Royal Palace,

The Wizard of Light and Color, Rembrandt

The world of one’s own individuality

It is wide open.

Have self-satisfaction and self-expression

The freedoms that hold on to the passing gazes

For one’s own freedom

Their own freedoms

I was free by myself.

From the expressions of strangers who seem to be cringing,

Seriousness comes out

In the breath of the city,

There is a lot of excitement.

Like a sympathetic thread that happens to be intervened

A simple smile is asking for an eye greeting.

Rather than just passing by

Because they are common hearts that know how to accept

Before I knew it, shoulder to shoulder, that’s how we met

Immerse yourself in the memories of Amsterdam

No more strings attached.

Falling for each other,

It retains its longing.