ប៉ផូរ

The sand grave is covered with water, the water flows gently, you are beautiful, smiling and blooming with flowers. We bathe together, our bodies are ready to be bathed, our shoulders are smooth and soft.

When we were at Gothavary, I enjoyed the fine white-sand beach and the blue raging sea; nevertheless, when the cold wind blew the pine leaves, its piercing sound worried me.

Watch Chanthorpheas, a bright and clear story