As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

A breeze blows,

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

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The stream is microwaved,

sometimes lift it up,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

danced lightly,

There is a bridge over the creek,

water waves on the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,