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