There is a bridge over the creek,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

small stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

A breeze blows,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The stream is microwaved,

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

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

danced lightly,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

into the stream,

lush water pnts,

water waves on the creek,

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

sometimes lift it up,

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

crystal clear,

As if singing the symphony of spring,