sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

lush water pnts,

There is a bridge over the creek,

danced lightly,

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

crystal clear,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Watg the outside world carefully,

A breeze blows,

The stream is microwaved,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Bend it now and then,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

into the stream,

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

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