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