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