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