Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

A breeze blows,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

danced lightly,

water waves on the creek,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

The stream is microwaved,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

stream beside the lotus pond,

crystal clear,

Bend it now and then,

lush water pnts,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

There is a bridge over the creek,