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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Saturday night,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

without any excitement,

Biting the pinna gently,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

of butterflies,

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

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

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

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

So clear in the still air,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

along the whit