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