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