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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

of butterflies,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

along the whit

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

without any excitement,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Silently, slowly approag,

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

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

Saturday night,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

The two stared at each other deeply,

So clear in the still air,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Biting the pinna gently,