6, 8, 12

Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?
In the middle of the night when you’re awake,
Are you calling out for me?
Do you ever reminisce?
I can’t believe I’m acting like this
I know it’s crazy
How I still can feel your kiss

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away
I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better but it’s just not the case
It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away

Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings,
Do you wish it was me calling you?
Do you still feel the same?
Or has time put out the flame?
I miss you
Is everything okay?


It’s hard enough just passing the time
When I can’t seem to get you off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye?
Tell me why, tell me why


Sing it for me
Ooh, ooh



Where you can find our first Khmer film as a great accomplishment of Khmer people, who I’ve admiredĀ  THE RED SENSE TimPek’s.

Let’s see how much you care about our historical Khmer re-alive as shown in the movie, spend your little time to trace where Khmer used to experience back to last memories our old generation and pay attention to where Khmer hadĀ  for 3 year 8 months 20 days in daydream as nightmare. The memories is alive… back to the movie,

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