Glittering in the faint starlight,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The mirror-like surface of the

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

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

lush water plants,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

crystal clear,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,

Watching the outside world carefully,

water waves on the creek,

Bend it now and then,

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The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The stream is microwaved,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

danced lightly,

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

into the stream,

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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