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