Silently, slowly approag,

Saturday night,

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

of butterflies,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

So clear in the still air,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

without any excitement,

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