The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

A breeze blows,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

lush water pnts,

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Watg the outside world carefully,

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers follow the breeze,