sometimes lift it up,

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

A breeze blows,

stream beside the lotus pond,

lush water pnts,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

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

crystal clear,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved,

Bend it now and then,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,