into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

A breeze blows,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

sometimes lift it up,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers follow the breeze,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Bend it now and then,

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

The stream is microwaved,

lush water pnts,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Watg the outside world carefully,

water waves on the creek,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,