The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

of butterflies,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

In the open-air hot spring pool of 147 Hot Spring B&B,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Silently, slowly approag,

Leaning over and secretly blowing in the woman's ear,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The apex of the man's heart also trembled as the flowers and pnts swayed,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

without any excitement,

along the whit

Saturday night,

So clear in the still air,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The man gently slid the tip of his left finger across the woman's face,

The eyeshes on the woman's eyes trembled gently in the night wind,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,