The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Watg the outside world carefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

lush water pnts,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

into the stream,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

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

danced lightly,

Bend it now and then,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

A breeze blows,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,