lush water pnts,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

into the stream,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

water waves on the creek,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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