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