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

Saturday night,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

butterflies,

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

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

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

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

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

along the white and smooth neck,

Biting the pinna gently,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

without any excitement,

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

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So clear in the still air,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The two stared at each other deeply,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

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

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

Silently, slowly approaching,

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

The unexpressed longing in my heart,