danced lightly,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

into the stream,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

water waves on the creek,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

A breeze blows,

The flowers follow the breeze,