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