along the whit

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Saturday night,

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

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

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Biting the pinna gently,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

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

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

The two stared at each other deeply,

So clear in the still air,

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

without any excitement,

of butterflies,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,