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

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

along the whit

Silently, slowly approag,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

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

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

of butterflies,

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

without any excitement,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Saturday night,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Biting the pinna gently,

So clear in the still air,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,