Fading Fresco

[Verse 1]
The city's hum, a lullaby I can't quite hold,
A fading fresco of stories, yet untold.
Streetlights bleed, a shimmer on the glass,
Tracing old hands, how quickly moments pass.

[Chorus]
Oh, the fading fresco, etched deep in my mind,
A quiet echo, the heritage I find.
Every brick laid, a beacon in the night,
Guiding my shadow, toward an ancient light.

[Verse 2]
The scent of coffee, not the brew from back home's hearth,
But a new foundation, charting a different path.
Subway's rhythm, a tremor in the ground,
Yet ancestral whispers still make a profound sound.

[Chorus]
Oh, the fading fresco, etched deep in my mind,
A quiet echo, the heritage I find.
Every brick laid, a beacon in the night,
Guiding my shadow, toward an ancient light.

[Bridge]
This intricate carving, this life I've begun,
A bridge to tomorrow, beneath Seoul's rising sun.
Sometimes I ache for sun-baked earth and rain,
But resilience flows, through joy and through pain.

[Outro]
Fading fresco, a love I can't outrun.
Still carrying the light, until my journey's done.