繁体
I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,
The man gently slid the tip of his left finger across the woman' s face,
The shadows gradually leaned against each other,
Biting the pinna gently,
So clear in the still air,
thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,
The unexpressed longing in my heart,
The apex of the man' s heart also trembled as the flowers and pnts swayed,
Saturday night,
without any excitement,
A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,
The two stared at each other deeply,
of butterflies,
Leaning over and secretly blowing in the woman' s ear,
Five fingers gently massage the scalp,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
Silently, slowly approag,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The eyeshes on the woman' s eyes trembled gently in the night wind,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
In the open-air hot spring pool of 147 Hot Spring B&B,
along the whit