🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Unsent Letter - Hồ Trung Dũng

 Dear my 
 
  soon will go,
 and I will stay here in  cold
 for another  months of snow.
 If my  thought remains untold,
 it’ll cease  flow.
 It will  grow.
 
 But I have no heart  tell you so,
 although my hands  yours to hold.
 Is time too short for  to know
  my feeling can ever unfold,
 When will  show?
 Will it ever 
 
  what I feel the language of love?
 I cannot speak  well enough,
 so here I put it down in 
 for  as such.
 
 I hope you read my language  love.
 I look  to receiving your dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
  little man