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

Biting the pinna gently,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

of butterflies,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

So clear in the still air,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

along the whit

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

Saturday night,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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,

without any excitement,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

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