stream beside the lotus pond,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The stream is microwaved,

water waves on the creek,

Bend it now and then,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

lush water pnts,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

A breeze blows,

into the stream,

sometimes lift it up,

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

crystal clear,