The flowers follow the breeze,

stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

crystal clear,

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

The stream is microwaved,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

danced lightly,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

A breeze blows,

Bend it now and then,

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