As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

lush water pnts,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Bend it now and then,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

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

danced lightly,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

crystal clear,

A breeze blows,

The flowers follow the breeze,

There is a bridge over the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,