crystal clear,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

lush water pnts,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Bend it now and then,

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

into the stream,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

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

water waves on the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The stream is microwaved,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.