There is a bridge over the creek,

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

danced lightly,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

sometimes lift it up,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The flowers follow the breeze,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Bend it now and then,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

lush water pnts,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The stream is microwaved,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

into the stream,

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