sometimes lift it up,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
into the stream,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Bend it now and then,
danced lightly,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
water waves on the creek,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
spring,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
There is a bridge over the creek,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
Turned over and fell into the water again,
lush water plants,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
A breeze blows,
Arouse circles of ripples,