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