The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

sometimes lift it up,

water waves on the creek,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The stream is microwaved,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

Bend it now and then,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

lush water pnts,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

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

A breeze blows,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,