As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

water waves on the creek,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

danced lightly,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Watg the outside world carefully,

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

into the stream,

lush water pnts,