of butterflies,

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

without any excitement,

Saturday night,

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

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

So clear in the still air,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The two stared at each other deeply,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Biting the pinna gently,

Silently, slowly approag,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

along the whit