attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

A breeze blows,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

The stream is microwaved,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

Bend it now and then,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

crystal clear,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Glittering in the faint starlight,