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