sometimes lift it up,

into the stream,

crystal clear,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The stream is microwaved,

A breeze blows,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

lush water pnts,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

water waves on the creek,