Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

The unexpressed longing in my heart,

of butterflies,

thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,

So clear in the still air,

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

Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,

Five fingers gently massage the scalp,

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

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

Silently, slowly approag,

pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,

without any excitement,

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

A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,

Saturday night,

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

along the whit

The two stared at each other deeply,

Biting the pinna gently,

The shadows gradually leaned against each other,

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

I only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,

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

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

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