In the heart of ancient Joseon, where mountains cradle the sky, A bustling city breathes beneath the watchful eye. Pagodas rise like whispers, their eaves a graceful sweep, In a sea of tiled rooftops, where history runs deep.

Crowds in vibrant hanboks, a tapestry of hues, Flow through the market streets, sharing old and new news. Merchants and scholars, nobles and the wise, All converge in harmony, under the temple's guise.

The air is filled with stories, of honor and of grace, In this timeless cityscape, where past and present embrace. A moment frozen in time, a glimpse of days gone by, In the heart of ancient Joseon, beneath the painted sky.