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