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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

The flowers follow the breeze,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

A breeze blows,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The stream is microwaved,

danced lightly,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

lush water pnts,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

sometimes lift it up,