along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

without any excitement,

So clear in the still air,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Saturday night,

of butterflies,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

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

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

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,