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

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