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