The stream is microwaved,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Bend it now and then,

stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

water waves on the creek,

into the stream,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,