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