into the stream,

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

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

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

A breeze blows,

crystal clear,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water plants,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watching the outside world carefully,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

here is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

The mirror-like surface of the

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As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,