The stream is microwaved,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

sometimes lift it up,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

lush water plants,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,

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The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

danced lightly,

A breeze blows,

Bend it now and then,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watching the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

crystal clear,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Can't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.