water waves on the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Bend it now and then,

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

A breeze blows,

into the stream,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

danced lightly,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

lush water pnts,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

stream beside the lotus pond,

sometimes lift it up,

The stream is microwaved,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,