into the stream,

A breeze blows,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

water waves on the creek,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

sometimes lift it up,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a bridge over the creek,