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

 Dear  darling,
 
 You soon  go,
  I will stay here in the cold
 for  four months of snow.
 If my own thought  untold,
 it’ll cease to 
  will not grow.
 
 But I have no heart to tell  so,
 although  hands want yours to hold.
 Is time  short for me to know
 if my feeling can ever 
 When will it 
 Will  ever glow?
 
 Is  I feel the language of love?
 I cannot speak it  enough,
 so here I put  down in words
 for you as 
 
 I  you read my language of love.
 I  forward to receiving your dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
  little man