sometimes lift it up,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

into the stream,

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

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There is a bridge over the creek,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

lush water plants,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The mirror-like surface of the

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,