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

Watg the outside world carefully,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

A breeze blows,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Bend it now and then,

crystal clear,

into the stream,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

stream beside the lotus pond,

lush water pnts,

There is a bridge over the creek,