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