There is a bridge over the creek,

Watg the outside world carefully,

lush water pnts,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

water waves on the creek,

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

sometimes lift it up,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

into the stream,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The stream is microwaved,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

danced lightly,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

A breeze blows,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

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

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

crystal clear,