Biting the pinna gently,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

So clear in the still air,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Silently, slowly approag,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

without any excitement,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

along the whit

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

Saturday night,

of butterflies,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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