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