The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Watg the outside world carefully,

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

into the stream,

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Bend it now and then,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

crystal clear,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

lush water pnts,

A breeze blows,

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,