Morning 02(2/7)

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

into the stream,

The flowers follow the breeze,

p;lift it up,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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danced lightly,

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

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

Watching the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,