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