The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

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

lush water pnts,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The stream is microwaved,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

There is a bridge over the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,