Yellow is very mellow today.
Work has made her feel exhausted, but she loves her work.
Her work is her identity.
Dilemma… dilemma and dilemma.
No need to be so mellow.
No need to be worried.
Cast your fear my dear Yellow.
Love me when I am blooming.
Love me more when I begin to wilt.
Love me harder when I am officially old.
Love me the most when I am dried and not pretty.
p.s. The first two sentences are also appeared on Instagram account: 1001diarycollections.
Birthday weekend is approaching.Whose birthday is it?
Is it yours or mine?
Birthday is to celebrate our journey on this earth.
Birthday is to honor what we have achieved.
Birthday is to encourage us to do more or maybe less.
Birthday means getting older, but 100 years wiser.
Whose birthday again?
Yours or mine?
It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that we say thank you for the opportunity He has given to us.
New York, you are on my mind.
Atlanta, you are my next destination.
New York, you have been great to me.
Atlanta, you are my next hope.
New York, you are my lover.
Atlanta, you are my adventurer.
New York, I long to come back.
Atlanta, I’ll see you soon.
By grace through faith, I shall see you again.
You who have been so distant from me. Yet, I still think about you.
I hope to see and hear your voice.
You who are far away from me. Yet, I still feel close to you.
Love is a sad thing, but world is sad without love.
I don’t know if I still could fall in love again, but I hope you will make me fall in love with you over and over again.
I saw this same person in my dreams.
A tall person who walked either by my side or behind me.
Someone who traveled far with me.
I felt safe and warm in his arms.
I could only see his shadow.
He must be my guardian angel.
I long to see him.
One day, we shall see each other.
I want my flowers
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