The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

water waves on the creek,

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

sometimes lift it up,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

stream beside the lotus pond,