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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

Bend it now and then,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

water waves on the creek,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

into the stream,

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

stream beside the lotus pond,

crystal clear,

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

A breeze blows,

lush water pnts,

Watg the outside world carefully,