Winding roads lead us to the skies,
Where the green plains stretch so wide.
The whispers of wind guide our way,
In Yukbaekmajigi, where dreams gently sway.
Giant turbines turn with grace,
Under blue skies, daisies embrace.
In this painted scene of nature's art,
We forget it all and dream from the heart.
In June, the Shasta daisies bloom,
Fields of white dispel the gloom.
Mountains meet the sky up high,
Capture this moment, let memories fly.
As the red sun sets, wonder unfolds,
Stars spill across the night untold.
In the silent morning's gentle hue,
Nature whispers softly just for you.
Giant turbines turn with grace,
Under blue skies, daisies embrace.
In this painted scene of nature's art,
We forget it all and dream from the heart.
Yukbaekmajigi’s gift of time,
With fragrant winds and skies so fine.
Leave city memories far behind,
And take this joy, forever enshrined.
Where the green plains stretch so wide.
The whispers of wind guide our way,
In Yukbaekmajigi, where dreams gently sway.
Giant turbines turn with grace,
Under blue skies, daisies embrace.
In this painted scene of nature's art,
We forget it all and dream from the heart.
In June, the Shasta daisies bloom,
Fields of white dispel the gloom.
Mountains meet the sky up high,
Capture this moment, let memories fly.
As the red sun sets, wonder unfolds,
Stars spill across the night untold.
In the silent morning's gentle hue,
Nature whispers softly just for you.
Giant turbines turn with grace,
Under blue skies, daisies embrace.
In this painted scene of nature's art,
We forget it all and dream from the heart.
Yukbaekmajigi’s gift of time,
With fragrant winds and skies so fine.
Leave city memories far behind,
And take this joy, forever enshrined.