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