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

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

Silently, slowly approag,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

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

without any excitement,

Saturday night,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The two stared at each other deeply,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

So clear in the still air,

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

along the whit

of butterflies,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

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