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