The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

The flowers follow the breeze,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Watg the outside world carefully,

danced lightly,

lush water pnts,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

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

crystal clear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

stream beside the lotus pond,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

into the stream,

Bend it now and then,

The stream is microwaved,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

A breeze blows,

water waves on the creek,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,