sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

The stream is microwaved,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

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

A breeze blows,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Watg the outside world carefully,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a bridge over the creek,

crystal clear,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

water waves on the creek,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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