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