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

Bend it now and then,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

water waves on the creek,

stream beside the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

lush water pnts,

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

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

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

crystal clear,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The stream is microwaved,

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

A breeze blows,

into the stream,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

sometimes lift it up,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,