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

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