water waves on the creek,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Watg the outside world carefully,

crystal clear,

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

lush water pnts,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Bend it now and then,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

into the stream,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

A breeze blows,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

sometimes lift it up,