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