Saturday night,

So clear in the still air,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

of butterflies,

Silently, slowly approag,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

along the whit

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

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,

The two stared at each other deeply,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

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

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

without any excitement,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,