The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

stream beside the lotus pond,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

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

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a bridge over the creek,

A breeze blows,

The stream is microwaved,