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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

water waves on the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

into the stream,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

lush water pnts,

crystal clear,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,