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