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