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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

lush water pnts,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Bend it now and then,

into the stream,

danced lightly,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A breeze blows,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,