Morning 02(2/7)

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers follow the breeze,

p;lift it up,

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

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

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

danced lightly,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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