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