stream beside the lotus pond,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

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

sometimes lift it up,

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

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

crystal clear,

lush water pnts,

A breeze blows,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

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