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