The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

sometimes lift it up,

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

into the stream,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

danced lightly,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

Bend it now and then,

lush water pnts,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A breeze blows,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,