thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

of butterflies,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

So clear in the still air,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

along the whit

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

Saturday night,

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

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

Silently, slowly approag,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

without any excitement,