Bend it now and then,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The reeds sway in the evening wind,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Watching the outside world carefully,

The flowers follow the breeze,

The mirror-like surface of the

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

water waves on the creek,

crystal clear,

There is a bridge over the creek,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

danced lightly,

lush water plants,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

Glittering in the faint starlight,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The stream is microwaved,

into the stream,

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

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

A breeze blows,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

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,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

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