Biting the pinna gently,

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

without any excitement,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

So clear in the still air,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

of butterflies,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Saturday night,

Silently, slowly approag,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

along the whit

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,