In that far away place
There's a good girl
People walk past her yurt
All want to look back and nostalgia
Her little pink face
It's like the red sun
Her lively eyes
It's like the moon at night
I am willing to abandon my property
Go herding sheep with her
Looking at that pink face every day
And the beautiful clothes of Phnom Penh
I would like to be a lamb
Follow her
I wish she had a thin whip
Keep hitting me
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