Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

along the whit

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

of butterflies,

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

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

Saturday night,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

without any excitement,

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

So clear in the still air,

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

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

Biting the pinna gently,

Silently, slowly approag,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,