Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Sometimes the flowers and plants are gently raised,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
Watching the outside world cautiously,
There is a bow bridge over the creek,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
The flowers follow the breeze,
danced lightly,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,