of butterflies,

Silently, slowly approag,

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

without any excitement,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

The two stared at each other deeply,

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

So clear in the still air,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

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

along the whit

Biting the pinna gently,

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

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

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Saturday night,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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