stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

water waves on the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

into the stream,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

lush water pnts,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

crystal clear,

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

The stream is microwaved,

danced lightly,

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

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

sometimes lift it up,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,