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