Letter to Dadសំបុត្រជូនប៉ា

ប៉ាអើយ... កូនសរសេរមកប៉ា Can you hear me, Pa? [Verse 1] ភ្ជុំបិណ្ឌមកដល់ កូនអុជធូបបីដើម ឈ្មោះប៉ាសរសេរ លើក្រដាសតូចមួយ ប៉ាមកពីជំរំ គ្មានអ្វីក្នុងដៃ ធ្វើការពីរកន្លែង ដើម្បីឱ្យកូនរៀន Graveyard shift at the donut shop ដៃប៉ាប្រឡាក់ម្សៅ ពេលកូនដេកលក់ ប៉ាមិនដែលថា "ប៉ាស្រឡាញ់កូន" តែប៉ាទុកនំមួយ លើតុរាល់ព្រឹក That was your "I love you" កូនទើបយល់ ពេលប៉ាលែងនៅ [Hook] ប៉ាអើយ... កូនសរសេរមកប៉ា ឧទ្ទិសកុសល ទៅដល់ប៉ាទីណាក៏ដោយ Can you hear me, Pa? ពាក្យដែលកូនមិនដែលនិយាយ I love you, I love you ឥឡូវកូននិយាយហើយ ប៉ាអើយ... ប៉ាឮទេ? Can you hear me, Pa? [Verse 2] កាលពីក្មេង កូនខ្មាសប៉ា អង់គ្លេសប៉ាមិនច្បាស់ នៅមុខគ្រូ កូនបកប្រែឱ្យ ទាំងមុខក្រញូវ Teenage me thought I knew it all ប៉ាស្ងាត់ ប៉ាមិនតវ៉ា ប៉ាឃើញសង្គ្រាម ឃើញអ្វីដែលកូនមិនដឹង ស្នាមរបួសក្នុងចិត្ត ប៉ាលាក់ម្នាក់ឯង ដើម្បីឱ្យកូន រស់ដោយមិនដឹង Now I know why you were quiet កូនសុំទោសប៉ា [Verse 3] ឥឡូវកូនជាប៉ា ធ្វើការយប់ដូចប៉ា ទុកអ្វីៗលើតុ ពេលកូនខ្ញុំដេក កូនប្រុសខ្ញុំសួរ "តាជាមនុស្សយ៉ាងម៉េច?" កូនប្រាប់គេ ពីប៉ា ពីនំ ពីជំរំ ភ្ជុំបិណ្ឌនេះ កូននាំចៅមកវត្ត ចៅកាន់បាយបិណ្ឌ ដៃតូចៗ ប៉ាមិនដែលបានជួបចៅ តែចៅស្គាល់ឈ្មោះប៉ា [Bridge] ធូបហុយឡើង... Thank you for the donuts, Pa ទៀនភ្លឺ... Thank you for the silence កុសលនេះ... Thank you for everything [Outro] ប៉ា... កូនស្រឡាញ់ប៉ា IN ENGLISH Hook: Pa, I'm writing to you. I dedicate this merit to you, wherever you are. The words I never said: I love you. Now I'm finally saying it. Pa, can you hear me? Verse 1: Pchum Ben is here. I light three incense sticks and write your name on a small piece of paper. You came from the refugee camp with nothing in your hands, worked two jobs so I could go to school. Your hands covered in flour while I slept. You never said "I love you," but you left a donut on the table every morning. I only understood after you were gone. Verse 2: As a kid, I was embarrassed of you. Your English wasn't clear in front of my teachers, and I translated with a frown. You stayed quiet and never argued back. You saw the war, saw things I'll never know, and hid those scars alone so I could live without knowing. I'm sorry, Pa. Verse 3: Now I'm a dad who works nights like you, leaving things on the table while my kids sleep. My son asked, "What was Grandpa like?" I told him about you, the donuts, the camp. This Pchum Ben I brought your grandson to the wat, holding rice balls in his little hands. You never got to meet him, but he knows your name. Outro: Pa... I love you. Created by Somleng Studio with AI-assisted music and visuals.