Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

lush water pnts,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

water waves on the creek,

crystal clear,

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

danced lightly,

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

into the stream,

The stream is microwaved,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A breeze blows,

Bend it now and then,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

sometimes lift it up,