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