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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Saturday night,

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

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

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

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

without any excitement,

Silently, slowly approag,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

of butterflies,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

So clear in the still air,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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