As if singing the symphony of spring,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

crystal clear,

stream beside the lotus pond,

lush water pnts,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

A breeze blows,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The stream is microwaved,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

into the stream,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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