The stream is microwaved,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

sometimes lift it up,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

water waves on the creek,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

crystal clear,

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

A breeze blows,

lush water pnts,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Bend it now and then,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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