The stream is microwaved,

water waves on the creek,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Bend it now and then,

sometimes lift it up,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

lush water pnts,

crystal clear,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

into the stream,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

danced lightly,

Watg the outside world carefully,

A breeze blows,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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