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