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The smell of love

The night is cold, the wind blows gently, the fragrance of flowers, the scent of flowers, the scent of women, the love life, the desire of all nations.

The sun is shining in the forest, the body is crying, the smell of the fallen leaves is on the bridge, it is the place where my love is divided.

Aromatic, fresh, fragrant glass

Even though it is far beyond the plan of Sothea ... Klep Klin knows Srey Pum Nga

I was fond of the fragrance inspiring your love for me;

You have a club, a domain, a plan, a unique place.

Pong Svay Chrum, Bopha Camp

The high land of the White Horse, the royal city of Borei, the border, the quiet night, the scent of the kantha flowers, the scent of the fresh woman's body.

(Male) What kind of flower is this? It blooms in this garden, like a jasmine flower, as if it were not meant to be. It is beautiful, fragrant, and fragrant. It blooms near the road where the rice fields are scattered.

That my club is like a cashew

In the morning, I wake up, open my eyes, belly, hell, like a club