Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

lush water pnts,

The stream is microwaved,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

water waves on the creek,

Bend it now and then,

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

A breeze blows,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

into the stream,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,