Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

of butterflies,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

So clear in the still air,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Biting the pinna gently,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Saturday night,

along the whit

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

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Silently, slowly approag,

The two stared at each other deeply,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

without any excitement,