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

 Dear my 
 
  soon will go,
 and I  stay here in the cold
 for another four months  snow.
 If my own  remains untold,
 it’ll cease  flow.
 It will  grow.
 
 But I  no heart to tell you so,
 although my hands want yours to 
  time too short for me to know
 if my  can ever unfold,
 When will it 
 Will  ever glow?
 
 Is what I feel the language of 
 I  speak it well enough,
 so here I put  down in words
  you as such.
 
 I hope you read my language  love.
 I look  to receiving your dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
 The  man