sometimes lift it up,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

There is a bridge over the creek,

The stream is microwaved,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

A breeze blows,

water waves on the creek,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Bend it now and then,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

lush water pnts,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

into the stream,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The flowers follow the breeze,

crystal clear,

danced lightly,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

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

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

Naughty blowing little bubbles,