along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

Silently, slowly approag,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

without any excitement,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

of butterflies,

Saturday night,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

So clear in the still air,