stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The stream is microwaved,

Bend it now and then,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,

danced lightly,

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

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

A breeze blows,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

lush water pnts,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,