The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

stream beside the lotus pond,

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

A breeze blows,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

danced lightly,

The stream is microwaved,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

crystal clear,

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

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