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