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