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

Silently, slowly approag,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

without any excitement,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The two stared at each other deeply,

of butterflies,

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

Saturday night,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

along the whit

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

So clear in the still air,