Beneath the soil, where memories lie,
Shadows linger, they never die.
The fields are quiet, but they still speak,
Of broken hearts, of the lost and weak.

A story etched in every stone,
A history carved in blood and bone.

Echoes of sorrow, they haunt the air,
Carrying whispers of despair.
Through the ashes, their voices rise,
A timeless cry under silent skies.

ក្រោមស្រមោលដែលស្ងប់ស្ងាត់
សម្លេងនៃជីវិតបានបាត់បង់។
ស្នាមញញឹមបែកបាក់ នៅក្នុងព្រលឹង
បេះដូងនៅតែបេះបោរ (The heart still aches).

The wind it carries their last goodbye,
A lullaby sung to an empty sky.

Echoes of sorrow, they haunt the air,
Carrying whispers of despair.
Through the ashes, their voices rise,
A timeless cry under silent skies.

But from the ground, new seeds will grow,
A fragile light begins to glow.

សង្ឃឹមថ្មី កំពុងលេចឡើង (A new hope is rising).
ចងចាំវាសនា មិនអាចលង់បាត់ (We’ll remember their fate).

Echoes of sorrow, they linger still,
A song of pain, yet a quiet will.
Through the darkness, their strength survives,
A legacy where hope revives.

In every whisper, in every sigh,
Echoes of sorrow will never die.

Echoes of sorrow, they haunt the air,
Carrying whispers of despair.
Through the ashes, their voices rise,
A timeless cry under silent skies.

Echoes of sorrow, they shape our song,
A testament to those who’ve gone.
Through the silence, we hear their name,
A legacy of love and pain.