

Mọi người tìm lỗi ngữ pháp trong đoạn ngữ liệu sau rồi sửa giúp mình. Mình cảm ơn trước :3
This letter, I wrote a long time and it's for you, the most important person in my life. Even as I wrote these words, I (still) cried, was remorseful, and had wanted to die. Just for you.
Returning to that familiar route of love, holding on to my memories, I stand on the opposite street.
The past falls like snow, and in a moment, turned cold.
Separated by time that won't turn back.
Memories accumulate like snow, and pile up tobecome winter.
When I reach out to secretly keep some only then, do I realise how for behind you have left me.
You say that the snow and ice are the tears from your harderned heart.
When you meet someone new tomorrow, they can turn gentle again like snow.
Regarding the beauty of love what I owed you in the past, I hope he gives them all.
You say that the snow and ice are the remnants of your heart out into pices by me.
The next time you love someone, you will use love to slowly stitch them back.
Throw away the old hurts and fly away with him.
Everynight, I listen closed and I heard happiness talking you far away.
Leaving only regret to accompany me through the sleepless night.
This letter, I wrote a long time and it's for you, the most important person in my life. Even as I wrote these words, I (still) cried, was remorseful, and had wanted to die. Just for you.
Returning to that familiar route of love, holding on to my memories, I stand on the opposite street.
The past falls like snow, and in a moment, turned cold.
Separated by time that won't turn back.
Memories accumulate like snow, and pile up tobecome winter.
When I reach out to secretly keep some only then, do I realise how for behind you have left me.
You say that the snow and ice are the tears from your harderned heart.
When you meet someone new tomorrow, they can turn gentle again like snow.
Regarding the beauty of love what I owed you in the past, I hope he gives them all.
You say that the snow and ice are the remnants of your heart out into pices by me.
The next time you love someone, you will use love to slowly stitch them back.
Throw away the old hurts and fly away with him.
Everynight, I listen closed and I heard happiness talking you far away.
Leaving only regret to accompany me through the sleepless night.