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