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

 Dear my 
 
 You soon will 
 and I  stay here in the cold
 for  four months of snow.
 If  own thought remains untold,
 it’ll  to flow.
  will not grow.
 
 But  have no heart to tell you so,
 although my hands  yours to hold.
 Is time  short for me to know
  my feeling can ever unfold,
 When will it 
 Will it  glow?
 
 Is what I feel the language  love?
 I cannot speak it  enough,
 so here I  it down in words
 for  as such.
 
 I hope you read  language of love.
 I  forward to receiving your dove.
 
 Sincerely yours,
 The little