As if singing the symphony of spring,

A breeze blows,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

danced lightly,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

lush water pnts,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Bend it now and then,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,