People crossing the street when it’s not a green light
On a street filled with the smell of sweat and a huge crowd
It’s a street in my memories that I’ve grown fond of
The curses from the man pulling a cart with bloodshot eyes
The songs of a blind singing couple
Under the faint light, the streets are colored with the sunset
The landscape of poverty, covered by the thick headlights
The heat from the busy day suddenly becomes empty an street
A dark night, the lonely Cheonggyecheon 8th street
How amazing it is to live
For our miserable and poor love
For our persistent lives