Morning 02(2/7)

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

Watching the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

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

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The grass that just sticks its head out,