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