Bài hát:
Thư Không Gửi - Hồ Trung Dũng
Dear my darling
You soon will go
and I will stay here in the cold
for another four months of snow.
If my own thought remains untold,
it’ll cease to flow.
It will not grow.
But I have no heart to tell you so
although my hands want yours to hold
Is time too short for me to know
if my feeling can ever unfold
When will it show
Will it ever glow
Is what I feel the language of love
I cannot speak it well enough
so here I put it down in words
for you as such
I hope you read my language of love
I look forward to receiving your dove
Sincerely yours
The little man
P.S: Bon voyage
