Cambodia, your scent is so real. Fragrance adorns the five senses.... the appearance is beautiful, like the feathers of a goose flying on the horizon.... Your bias is perfect when the dew caresses you so affectionately.... But dear, why do you have to be a symbol of pain... The never-ending sorrow for a broken heart.... Or even, as a welcome for the body that has passed away.... Cambodia... it's ... you...