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

So clear in the still air,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

without any excitement,

The two stared at each other deeply,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

of butterflies,

Silently, slowly approag,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

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

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,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

Saturday night,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,