water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

A breeze blows,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

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

Bend it now and then,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

into the stream,

danced lightly,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

The stream is microwaved,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,