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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

danced lightly,

crystal clear,

The stream is microwaved,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

stream beside the lotus pond,

into the stream,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,