The flowers follow the breeze,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The room equipment o
Knead out some fine murmurs,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
danced lightly,
water waves on the creek,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
There is a bridge over the creek,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
A breeze blows,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Bend it now and then,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
into the stream,
lush water plants,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
hony of spring,
sometimes lift it up,