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