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

Saturday night,

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

So clear in the still air,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Silently, slowly approag,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

of butterflies,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Biting the pinna gently,

along the whit

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

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

without any excitement,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,