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