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