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

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

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

sometimes lift it up,

There is a bridge over the creek,

lush water pnts,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

water waves on the creek,

A breeze blows,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

stream beside the lotus pond,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The stream is microwaved,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Bend it now and then,

danced lightly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

into the stream,

Watg the outside world carefully,

crystal clear,

Glittering in the faint starlight,