The hills are drenched with fog and mist, when the wind accompanies light rain. In spring, beautiful flowers bloom in front of the pavilion on the outskirts of the country.
On a moonlit night, there is a beauty singing along with a flute. The stream is flowing, and it sounds like singing together with the tune of love.
The beauty met her lover at the bridge a long time ago. Where has he gone now? Tonight's moonlight brings her back memories of youthful love over this bridge again...