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Kyom rong jum - Sinn Sisamouth

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This song is my favorite of all time, sung by the legendary Mr. Sinn Sisamouth. I play the song over and over but never get tired of listening to it. Whenever I hear Sinn Sisamouth’s golden voice, I can’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia, even though I was only four or five years old when he was around. I can’t help but lament the creative decline in modern Khmer songs, as our once-meticulous attention to originality has been replaced by mindless copying and imitation of works from other countries.

Roseal kong phnom is a song about unrequited love, about that elusive perfect love that exists only in one’s fantasy. I think everyone can identify with the meaning to some level. In reality there may be no so such thing as a perfect love. What are the chances of finding a mate with the perfect combination of beauty, personality and compatibility?

Even if one were fortunate enough to land such a seemingly perfect mate, the gratification is likely to be short-lived. The hopes and dreams of a happy life together begin to wane as the mundane problems and challenges of everyday life kick in. Even if we’re able to maintain some level of harmony with our current mates, or perhaps locked into a loveless relationship out of consideration for our children, our good names and reputations in the eyes of others, or some other worldly attachments, we still have Mother Nature (and Father Time) to contend with. Suddenly, our once beautiful mates are no longer attractive; their faces become wrinkled and their sexy curves replaced by unsightly bags of cellulite.

So, we regret our choices and wish that we could do it all over again. We then encounter someone that seemingly possesses all the qualities– beauty, charm, grace, and whatever– qualities that are lacking in the one we’re stuck with. So, we project renewed hopes and dreams of the ideal love onto that person.

But it can’t go any further than that, because perfect love exists only in that very moment, the moment in which we’re lost in a fantasy. If the fantasy is somehow pursued and made into reality– not without causing pain and hardship in the process– sooner or later we’ll find that we’re back to square one, because perfect love can never be real. It can only be imagined.

So, sometimes it’s better not to dream and accept reality as it is.

Roseal kong phnom - Sinn Sisamouth

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