attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

crystal clear,

The flowers follow the breeze,

A breeze blows,

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

The stream is microwaved,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,

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

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

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

lush water pnts,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

water waves on the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,