The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

lush water pnts,

stream beside the lotus pond,

danced lightly,

A breeze blows,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

water waves on the creek,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

into the stream,

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