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