The flowers follow the breeze,

water waves on the creek,

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

A breeze blows,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

lush water pnts,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There is a bridge over the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

crystal clear,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

Glittering in the faint starlight,