រុះរោយ

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.

The mother flower has withered, leaving its stalks_Leaving the orphan brother alone_Tonight the moon rises, the sun shines brightly_But I am torn, torn apart by sorrow

In the chest, like a flower,

But now the flowers are disgusting

Eung, dismantle the floor

Infatuation is falling apart

Crows become lost in tone _ The trees lack rain, the leaves wither

Qi Qing Qi Qing lives alone, like a flower withering in the morning. When she lost her mother, she realized that she had a human body and was suffering.

Flowers bloom, smell, smell

No day will fall apart, let it wither