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

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Saturday night,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Silently, slowly approag,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

of butterflies,

along the whit

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

So clear in the still air,

without any excitement,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,