Glittering in the faint starlight,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

danced lightly,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

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

Bend it now and then,

A breeze blows,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The stream is microwaved,

water waves on the creek,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

There is a bridge over the creek,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,