Watg the outside world carefully,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The stream is microwaved,

A breeze blows,

water waves on the creek,

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

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

danced lightly,

lush water pnts,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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