Morning 02(2/7)

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Watching the outside world carefully,

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The flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

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

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

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

p;lift it up,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,