The stream is microwaved,

water waves on the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

A breeze blows,

The flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Bend it now and then,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,