A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

without any excitement,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

along the whit

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

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,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

of butterflies,

Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

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,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

Saturday night,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

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

The two stared at each other deeply,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

So clear in the still air,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,