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

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

Silently, slowly approag,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Saturday night,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

without any excitement,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

So clear in the still air,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

of butterflies,

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