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