The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

A breeze blows,

stream beside the lotus pond,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Bend it now and then,

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

The stream is microwaved,

lush water pnts,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Watg the outside world carefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

into the stream,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,