The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

There is a bridge over the creek,

crystal clear,

water waves on the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Bend it now and then,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

into the stream,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

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

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

A breeze blows,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The stream is microwaved,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

lush water pnts,

sometimes lift it up,

The grass that just sticks its head out,