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