The flowers follow the breeze,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

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

crystal clear,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

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

A breeze blows,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

lush water pnts,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,