The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

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

Bend it now and then,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

into the stream,

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

crystal clear,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

sometimes lift it up,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

danced lightly,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

stream beside the lotus pond,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

water waves on the creek,

lush water pnts,

The flowers follow the breeze,