sometimes lift it up,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,

danced lightly,

into the stream,

crystal clear,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

A breeze blows,

stream beside the lotus pond,

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

Bend it now and then,

The stream is microwaved,

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

lush water pnts,

The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

water waves on the creek,

The flowers follow the breeze,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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

Watg the outside world carefully,