Saturday night,
rogs in the lotus pond,
The man raised his red face,
The man stretched out his right hand to wrap
The two stared at each other deeply,
The woman lowered her head and slowly pressed it into a broad and firm chest,
Put the tip of your tongue into your ear,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
A newlywed couple from Vietnam on their honeymoon,
Silently, slowly approaching,
So clear in the still air,
Warm lips lightly touch the woman' s forehead, eyes, nose tip,
Unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,
The unexpressed longing in my heart,
quite a while,
Leaning over and secretly blowing in the woman' s ear,
In the end, I couldn' t control the confusion of enthusiasm,
without any excitement,
The eyelashes on the woman' s eyes trembled gently in the night wind,
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,
Biting the pinna gently,
Five fingers gently massage the scalp,
The apex of the man' s heart also trembled as the flowers and plants swayed,
The shadows gradually leaned against each other,
In the open-air hot spring pool of 147 Hot Spring B&B,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
Slowly licking and rubbing shoulders,
thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
along the white and smooth neck,