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