The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

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

A breeze blows,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The stream is microwaved,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water pnts,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

sometimes lift it up,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Watg the outside world carefully,

danced lightly,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,