danced lightly,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

sometimes lift it up,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

into the stream,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

water waves on the creek,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Watg the outside world carefully,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

crystal clear,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

A breeze blows,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

lush water pnts,

The stream is microwaved,