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