lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

into the stream,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The stream is microwaved,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

water waves on the creek,

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,