The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

So clear in the still air,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

of butterflies,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

along the whit

Silently, slowly approag,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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,

Saturday night,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Biting the pinna gently,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,