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