The flowers follow the breeze,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

danced lightly,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

water waves on the creek,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The stream is microwaved,

lush water pnts,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,