The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Bend it now and then,

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

into the stream,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

water waves on the creek,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

danced lightly,

A breeze blows,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

sometimes lift it up,