The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

crystal clear,

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

Bend it now and then,

A breeze blows,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water pnts,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

danced lightly,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

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