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

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

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

Bend it now and then,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

sometimes lift it up,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers follow the breeze,

A breeze blows,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

danced lightly,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,