The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

water waves on the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

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

A breeze blows,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

sometimes lift it up,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

lush water pnts,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

stream beside the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,