A breeze blows,

sometimes lift it up,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

lush water pnts,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

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

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

water waves on the creek,

danced lightly,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,