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

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

lush water plants,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

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

sometimes lift it up,

The mirror-like surface of the

A breeze blows,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

crystal clear,

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

danced lightly,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

water waves on the creek,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Bend it now and then,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The flowers follow the breeze,

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

There is a bridge over the creek,

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

The grass that just sticks its head out,