Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

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

crystal clear,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

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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 sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

danced lightly,

lush water plants,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Watching the outside world carefully,

Bend it now and then,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,