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