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