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