ខ្លោចផ្សា

Since then, my chest hurts

Nuon Laong thinks so that his chest does not hurt

Alone, mourning, my soul is gone

To hurt, to be smashed and burnt

Let me be sad.

The past is tragic.

To grieve every day

To grieve every day

I imagine every day tragedy

Leaving me in despair, feeling only sorrow

Cry for a long time, let me be sad.

Let the heart be torn apart, the soul be scattered.

Do not want me to suffer

Want to be near Nimol, comfort, feel sad

I was heartbroken, I almost died

Singing in the rain, singing with tears _ Singing a story of love, a story of a tragic life

Now that the little one is gone, let's be sad _because Kanitha is far away from me.

Or am I guilty of being punished by love, without mercy, for making you miserable every day?

Kiss once, you have a trick _The cheek that is left is left for the man who no longer needs it _The cheek that is unhappy tells a sad story _I don't know when my lover will kiss me again

From today onwards, I will not return to the past_I will follow the path of life every day_If I endure the pain, I will see the face of love_My heart will be filled with sorrow and sorrow

Longing for the countryside at the end of October_falling in the wind, remembering the tragic story_secretly loving the girl hidden in the forest_please have mercy on me, my master

You’ve left me tragic

Pran Reng Khloch Phsar

They come into life only to grieve

Chest, orphan, cold, tragedy

Nuon Laong should not make you sad ....

Let me feel pain in my chest, pain in my heart

Your actions have plunged our people into misery

the awaited wedding bell has changed, only excruciating pain remains

I'm in pain, while I only have this glass of wine to accompany me...

I'm in pain, while I only have this glass of wine to accompany me...

They ignore the endless misery of the Khmer people on the border

Sadness

Every day tragedy.

I feel sorry for the poor.

Mother's chest is a source of sorrow.

Disappointed

Heartbroken

The nation is facing a tragedy.

Oh, my dear mother,

My ears hear the horror stories.

In the chest of the child almost hurt

Become a tragic tale

Remember the pain of falling apart

Detached, no longer looking at you tragically.

I feel sad everyday

The pain of love is like a dark night.

Your heart is so sad and pitiful.

The chest is as empty as death, standing still.