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