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