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

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

of butterflies,

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

Saturday night,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

So clear in the still air,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Biting the pinna gently,

Silently, slowly approag,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

along the whit

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

without any excitement,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,