As if singing the symphony of spring,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

water waves on the creek,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The stream is microwaved,

A breeze blows,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

sometimes lift it up,

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

lush water pnts,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

into the stream,