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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

of butterflies,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

So clear in the still air,

without any excitement,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

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

Saturday night,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

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

along the whit

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Silently, slowly approag,