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