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