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