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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The stream is microwaved,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

danced lightly,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

sometimes lift it up,

A breeze blows,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

water waves on the creek,

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

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,