So dry, so dark, so dusky, so vacant

It seemed as if the valley was almost .

Standing alone on one of the small hills,

Little Prince Yesung shouted, the emptiness his voice fills.

He heard no response except for his echo

There was no life, high or low.

The valley was empty of everything

Nothing to hear in the air except of the ears, a ring.

Little Prince Yesung sat upon the hill and sighed

His feet were aching, his body hurt, he felt like he was being tried.

Why did it seem like it was taking forever

To find that special one, so beautiful and clever?

As he looked at the shadows of the land

He wondered if this journey would even go as planned.

Would he find the one to make him whole?

Would he find the one to cure all his woe?

With each ticking second of the setting sun

He realized that he best hurry up and run

With a tired spirit and heavy soul, he’d continue on,

And hope that this search isn’t in vain, that he’d find the one.