My dear Kacvey,
First snow has fallen on Sunday,
Everything was covered white, but the sky is grey.
Once a year, the season changes,
It’s the law of nature, not commanded by mortal man.
It’s cold, the pond frozen, the road slippery
Warm clothes and heated houses are the season necessities.
Khmer overseas go through this rituals every year,
But their mind get stuck in the mud about Cambodia.
They live through the changes the whole world has known,
But their Khmer thinking remain like a thousand-year stone.
Kacvey, please tell your neighbors it is the time to wake up,
To catch the changes that are fast growing up.
The age of iPhone allows people to connect,
Make the best of it to develop a different Khmer mindset.