There is a bridge over the creek,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
danced lightly,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The stream is microwaved,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
crystal clear,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Bend it now and then,
sometimes lift it up,
A breeze blows,
The mirror-like surface of the
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
water waves on the creek,
lush water plants,
into the stream,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.