without any excitement,

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

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

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

along the whit

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

So clear in the still air,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Biting the pinna gently,

of butterflies,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Saturday night,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Silently, slowly approag,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,