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