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

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

without any excitement,

along the whit

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

of butterflies,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

So clear in the still air,

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

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

Saturday night,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,