Morning 02(2/7)

Watching the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

danced lightly,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

bsp;lift it up,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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The grass that just sticks its head out,

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There is a bridge over the creek,

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

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