Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

of butterflies,

Silently, slowly approag,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

along the whit

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

without any excitement,

Saturday night,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

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

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

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

So clear in the still air,

Biting the pinna gently,

The two stared at each other deeply,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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