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