The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Bend it now and then,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

water waves on the creek,

crystal clear,

The flowers follow the breeze,

into the stream,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,