Bantor Nisaiy Knong Kdey Soben

In the quiet hours of night, the soul takes flight
To realms beyond the grasp of waking sight
Where dreams dance on the edges of reality
And the heart whispers secrets of its own mortality

A tapestry of hopes and fears, woven in the dark
Threads of longing, stitched with the spark
Of endless possibility, of paths untold
Where destiny unfolds, in stories bold

In the labyrinth of the mind, we wander and we roam
Seeking solace in the shadows, searching for a home
In the echoes of our thoughts, we find our way
Guided by the light of dreams that never stray

The future unfolds before us, a canvas to create
A tapestry of fate, woven by the hands of fate
In the symphony of time, we find our place
In the endless dance of life, we embrace

So let us dream, let us dare to believe
In the power of our hearts, in the visions we conceive
For in the stillness of the night, in the depths of our soul
The fire of our dreams will continue to burn, making us whole.