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

danced lightly,

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The mirror-like surface of the

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The stream is microwaved,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

crystal clear,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

Watching the outside world carefully,

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

into the stream,

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water plants,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Bend it now and then,