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