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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

crystal clear,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Watg the outside world carefully,

water waves on the creek,

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

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

stream beside the lotus pond,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

lush water pnts,

The stream is microwaved,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

There is a bridge over the creek,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

A breeze blows,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,