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