There is a good girl in that distant place.
People walked past her tent and looked around in nostalgia.
Her little pink face is like the red sun.
Her beautiful eyes are like the bright moon at night.
I would like to wander on the grassland and take root to prevent sheep.
Look at the pink face and beautiful Phnom Penh clothes every day.
I want to be a lamb and follow her.
I would like her to gently beat me with a whip every day.