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