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