of butterflies,

without any excitement,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Saturday night,

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

along the whit

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

Silently, slowly approag,

Biting the pinna gently,

So clear in the still air,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

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

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

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,