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