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

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

water waves on the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

sometimes lift it up,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

danced lightly,

into the stream,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

A breeze blows,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Bend it now and then,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,