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