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