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