Listen up y'all, it's the tale of Simcheong,
Blind man's daughter, her story so strong.
Her father, Sim Hak-gyu, tears fallin' like rain,
Blind and struggling, feelin' the pain.
He says, "I'm a blind man, here's my plea,
Lost my wife in January, left just me.
Carried my baby, begging for her meal,
Raised her up, now she's my ideal."
Simcheong, Simcheong, sacrifice so deep,
For her father's eyes, her promise to keep.
Three hundred bags of rice to Buddha she gave,
In the end, her love, the day she saved.
Simcheong grew up, beauty and grace,
Met a monk, with a proposition to face.
Three hundred sacks of rice, sight for her dad,
Sold herself to sailors, her fate so sad.
Three years passed, Simcheong in the sea,
Father blind, wondering, "Where could she be?"
Suddenly, she reappears, a miracle at hand,
Her father's eyes opened, in this blessed land.
Simcheong, Simcheong, sacrifice so deep,
For her father's eyes, her promise to keep.
Three hundred bags of rice to Buddha she gave,
In the end, her love, the day she saved.
"My dear father, open your eyes and see,
It's your daughter Simcheong, back from the sea.
I've returned alive, from Indangsoo's wave,
Your love and strength, it's me you saved."
Simcheong's tale, a love so profound,
A daughter's devotion, in history renowned.
Eyes wide open, her father's tears dried,
Together forever, side by side.