A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

of butterflies,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

without any excitement,

Silently, slowly approag,

along the whit

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

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Saturday night,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

So clear in the still air,

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

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,