Glittering in the faint starlight,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

A breeze blows,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

lush water pnts,

The flowers follow the breeze,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

stream beside the lotus pond,

danced lightly,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,