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