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