Watg the outside world carefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

into the stream,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

water waves on the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

The stream is microwaved,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

danced lightly,

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