The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Saturday night,

of butterflies,

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

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

Biting the pinna gently,

Silently, slowly approag,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

So clear in the still air,

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

along the whit

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

without any excitement,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The two stared at each other deeply,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,