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