Morning 02(2/7)

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,

danced lightly,

Can't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Watching the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

bsp;lift it up,