I'm Lien, 25 years old, I live with my parents and work in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
I think that...
There is a kind of affection, not romantic as love but sacred, pure and worthy of respect, it is friendship. Regardless of who you are, what you do, how old are you, besides your family, you always need someone to talk to when you are happy, to confide in the sad. The value of friendship can't weigh, measure and count!
It is a true friendship.
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And when friendship turns into love, then ...
True and lasting love must be based on the basis of patience and mutual sacrifice rather than mere satisfaction. It must be unselfish desire to be protected, to help and to make someone happy...
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Update March 22 2018
Love turns the meaninglessness of life into meaningful things, making unhappiness become happiness! And when you really love someone, you love the per he/she is, not the per you want him/her to be.
Update March 24 2018
I believe that all things are impermanent, human life is as short as a breath.
Life and the universe around us, hour by hour, are constantly changing in space and time, nothing lasts forever. That is impermanence!
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March 29 2018
Step by step leisurely
The sun is bright red
Each flower smiles
The fields are green as the sea
With wind birds singing words
Step by step leisurely
The long way we walk for a walk...
The g is wrapped up what it wants to message us: peace is not something outside of us that we must seek or hope to reach. Happiness is in every step, in every breath, in daily life, that is mindful. Steps to be relaxed, peaceful, we will see flowers bloom under each foot. Flowers smiled at me and wished me to go leisurely on the long way.
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March 31 2018
I wish...
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright,
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more,
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive,
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting!
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April 22, 2018
This path of love we walked, in small steps
This afternoon street, this dust covered street
This road of youth, where the golden sunlight
Cast a long shadow, this road of love we walked...
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