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