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