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