Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

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

water waves on the creek,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water pnts,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

A breeze blows,

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

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

stream beside the lotus pond,