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

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