The flowers follow the breeze,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

danced lightly,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

water waves on the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water pnts,

A breeze blows,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by 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 shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Bend it now and then,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Glittering in the faint starlight,