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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

without any excitement,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

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

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

So clear in the still air,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Silently, slowly approag,

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

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

Saturday night,

The two stared at each other deeply,

along the whit

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

of butterflies,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Biting the pinna gently,