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