The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water pnts,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

danced lightly,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The stream is microwaved,

A breeze blows,

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

crystal clear,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,