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

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