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

 Dear  darling,
 
 You soon  go,
 and I will stay here  the cold
 for another  months of snow.
 If my own thought remains 
 it’ll cease to 
 It will  grow.
 
 But I have  heart to tell you so,
 although my hands  yours to hold.
 Is time  short for me to know
  my feeling can ever unfold,
 When  it show?
 Will  ever glow?
 
  what I feel the language of love?
 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 receiving  dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
  little man