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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

water waves on the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

A breeze blows,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

lush water pnts,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

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

crystal clear,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

danced lightly,