Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The two stared at each other deeply,

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Biting the pinna gently,

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

of butterflies,

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

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

Saturday night,

along the whit

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

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

without any excitement,

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

Silently, slowly approag,

So clear in the still air,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

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

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

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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