Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

water waves on the creek,

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

danced lightly,

crystal clear,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

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

into the stream,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Bend it now and then,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

A breeze blows,

stream beside the lotus pond,

lush water pnts,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The grass that just sticks its head out,