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