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