Watg the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water pnts,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

A breeze blows,

crystal clear,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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