Outside of the castle, there're large cemetery
Not long ago, it's not like pretty faerie,
And no fairies, till a hundred years ago.
But the graves're dug, not long ago.
The souls who lost their resting have wandered
About between the streets which conquered
Their souls who lost their houses are straying
Whene'er the full moon rises, they're awaking.
One day, the youth are gathering on the foot
Of the mountain, oddly faces with soot.
Not same, the old shape was disappeared, but the street
Replaced the old tombs, and they filled the street.
Oddly costumed on Halloween day,
They wake up the roaming souls that day.
The deep fall day, dancing in spirits,
Like the youth were possessed by the evil spirits.
Like haunted by devil, the youth were dancing
As the "Sex on the Beach", on the road, blocking
The ambulance's forwarding. The fallen guys
Couldn't be transferred rightly, but left the cries.
Many souls are sadly going
Astray on the old graveyard, and cool breeze're blowing.
But the devils are grasping their souls at tightly
And the land was filled the tears of the family.
The calendar is filled with the memorial days,
And memorial marches block the ways,
So the nation can proceed no any more
And now people were stalled at yore.
Now it's time to fly the poor soul
To go up the heaven and not staying Seoul.
God bless them! Save the poor from the devil.
Be rest forever, free from the devil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem