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

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

along the whit

Saturday night,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

of butterflies,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

So clear in the still air,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

without any excitement,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Silently, slowly approag,

Biting the pinna gently,