into the stream,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

crystal clear,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

lush water pnts,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

water waves on the creek,

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

Bend it now and then,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The stream is microwaved,

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

sometimes lift it up,