As if singing the symphony of spring,

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

A breeze blows,

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

lush water pnts,

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

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

danced lightly,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,