A breeze blows,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

into the stream,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

water waves on the creek,

Bend it now and then,

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

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

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

crystal clear,

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

lush water pnts,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

sometimes lift it up,

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

The stream is microwaved,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

There is a bridge over the creek,

danced lightly,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,