There is a bridge over the creek,

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

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

into the stream,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

stream beside the lotus pond,

water waves on the creek,

danced lightly,

lush water pnts,

Bend it now and then,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

The stream is microwaved,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

crystal clear,

A breeze blows,

sometimes lift it up,

The flowers follow the breeze,

Watg the outside world carefully,

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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