Glittering in the faint starlight,
The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,
Watg the outside world carefully,
A breeze blows,
The fish
The stream is microwaved,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The grass that just sticks its head out,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
into the stream,
water waves on the creek,
crystal clear,
danced lightly,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
There is a bridge over the creek,
Bend it now and then,
lush water pnts,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
sometimes lift it up,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
Uer small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The flowers follow the breeze,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
ream beside the lotus pond,