Hot Spring BB 02(2/7)

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

; Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watching the outside world carefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,

into the stream,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Bend it now and then,

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

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in  

sometimes lift it up,

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

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,