crystal clear,

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a bridge over the creek,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

water waves on the creek,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

sometimes lift it up,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

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

danced lightly,