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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

crystal clear,

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

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The stream is microwaved,

Watg the outside world carefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

stream beside the lotus pond,

danced lightly,

A breeze blows,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,