As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

Bend it now and then,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

crystal clear,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

lush water pnts,

The stream is microwaved,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

danced lightly,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,