Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

danced lightly,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

water waves on the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The stream is microwaved,

A breeze blows,

crystal clear,

stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a bridge over the creek,