The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

crystal clear,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,

stream beside the lotus pond,

sometimes lift it up,

A breeze blows,

lush water pnts,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The stream is microwaved,