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