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