The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
re is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Watching the outside world cautiously,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul...
Sometimes the flowers and plants are gently raised,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
There is a bow bridge over the creek,
The flowers follow the breeze,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
danced lightly,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.