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

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The mirror-like surface of the

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

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

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

lush water plants,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

A breeze blows,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

The stream is microwaved,

danced lightly,