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

sometimes lift it up,

crystal clear,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

danced lightly,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

lush water pnts,

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

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

The stream is microwaved,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

water waves on the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Watg the outside world carefully,

into the stream,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,