There is a bridge over the creek,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Watg the outside world carefully,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

into the stream,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

sometimes lift it up,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

crystal clear,

lush water pnts,

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

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

water waves on the creek,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

A breeze blows,

The stream is microwaved,