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

 Dear my 
 
 You soon will 
 and I will stay  in the cold
 for another four  of snow.
 If my own thought remains 
  cease to flow.
 It will not 
 
 But I have no heart to tell  so,
 although my hands  yours to hold.
 Is  too short for me to know
 if  feeling can ever unfold,
 When will  show?
 Will it  glow?
 
 Is what I feel the language of 
 I  speak it well enough,
 so here I put  down in words
 for you  such.
 
 I  you read my language of love.
 I look forward  receiving your dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
  little man