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