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