The grass that just sticks its head out,

Bend it now and then,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

lush water pnts,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

A breeze blows,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

into the stream,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

water waves on the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

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,

danced lightly,

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

sometimes lift it up,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,