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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

So clear in the still air,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

along the whit

Saturday night,

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

of butterflies,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Silently, slowly approag,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

without any excitement,

Biting the pinna gently,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

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