I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

Saturday night,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

without any excitement,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

So clear in the still air,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

of butterflies,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The two stared at each other deeply,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Silently, slowly approag,

'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,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

along the whit

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,