Watg the outside world carefully,

A breeze blows,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

water waves on the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water pnts,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,