Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

crystal clear,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

water waves on the creek,

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

lush water pnts,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A breeze blows,

into the stream,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,