Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

A breeze blows,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Bend it now and then,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

sometimes lift it up,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,

water waves on the creek,

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

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

The stream is microwaved,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

lush water pnts,

crystal clear,