ព្រឺព្រួច

The setting sun is full of crows, asking for my dear husband, my chest is so painful that I can't find the words to express them. The silent night tide makes me shiver, unable to walk away, crying for my brother.

In the middle of the night, the moon rises brightly, surrounded by a multitude of stars. The moonlight is also clear, the sky is clear. The wind blows so hard that it makes you shiver.

ព្រួច ព្រួច និ ច

looking frightened and trembling

No fear — no matter where my enemies come from

Chenda Preuoch

A heart that is filled with hope

My waist is so tight that it makes me shiver.

ព្រឹ ព្រួច