lush water pnts,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

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

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

danced lightly,

water waves on the creek,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

crystal clear,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

A breeze blows,