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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

without any excitement,

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

of butterflies,

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

Saturday night,

The two stared at each other deeply,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Biting the pinna gently,

along the whit

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

So clear in the still air,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,