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