The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Bend it now and then,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

A breeze blows,