Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Arouse circles of ripples,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
There is a bridge over the creek,
Bend it now and then,
Watching the outside world carefully,
sometimes lift it up,
lush water plants,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
A breeze blows,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
spring,
into the stream,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
water waves on the creek,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
danced lightly,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,