sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The stream is microwaved,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water pnts,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

crystal clear,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

water waves on the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Bend it now and then,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

A breeze blows,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

danced lightly,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,