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