There is a bridge over the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

A breeze blows,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

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

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

water waves on the creek,

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

crystal clear,