Their names are whispers, lost in time,
Etched in shadows, left behind.
The soil remembers, the pain runs deep,
A fractured legacy we still keep.

"ឈ្មោះខ្លួនពួកគេបានលង់បាត់ តែបេះដូងនៅសែនរលាយ"

Through silent fields, the memories stay,
A history carved, though it fades away.

We’re the broken names, forgotten lines,
The voices lost through endless time.
But through the ashes, we rise again,
A fragile hope that still remains.

"តែសង្ឃឹមនៅមាននៅក្នុងពន្លឺ" (But hope still glows in the light)

A country scarred, its soul in pain,
Where tears fell hard like heavy rain.
Their lives untold, yet they survive,
In every heartbeat, they’re still alive.

"បេះដូងនៅសោកសង្រេង (The heart still grieves),
តែស្រមោលសង្ឃឹមនៅរស់ (But shadows of hope still live)."

Time won’t erase the scars we hold,
The broken pieces, stories untold.

(Khmer) "យើងនៅតែស្ថិតនៅទីនេះ (We’re still standing here),
ដំណាច់ផ្លូវដែលអាចបន្ត (The end of the road leads to hope)."

We’re the broken names, forgotten lines,
The voices lost through endless time.
But through the ashes, we rise again,
A fragile hope that still remains.

(Khmer) "តាមពន្លឺនេះទៅលើសេចក្តីសង្ឃឹម (Following this light into hope)."

In every stone, a story’s traced,
A fleeting life, a vanished face.
We’re the broken names, but we survive,
Their legacy keeps the flame alive.