Glittering in the faint starlight,

The mirror-like surface of the

The stream is microwaved,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

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

Bend it now and then,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

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lush water plants,

sometimes lift it up,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,