sometimes lift it up,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
water waves on the creek,
Bend it now and then,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
lush water plants,
The flowers follow the breeze,
spring,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
There is a bridge over the creek,
into the stream,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
danced lightly,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
A breeze blows,
Watching the outside world carefully,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,