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