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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

along the whit

Silently, slowly approag,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Saturday night,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

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

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

of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

So clear in the still air,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

without any excitement,

Biting the pinna gently,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,