As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

The stream is microwaved,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

There is a bridge over the creek,

sometimes lift it up,

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

water waves on the creek,

A breeze blows,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The flowers follow the breeze,

lush water pnts,

into the stream,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

danced lightly,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

Bend it now and then,