The pages of my diaries,
I flip through them one by one,
Reading every word,
Tracing every character,
These diaries are filled with me,
Redolent of my innocence and naivety of that age,
They contain my mind and heart,
They reflect my growth with time,
These diaries are the treasures of my childhood,
The mementos of my teenage,
The memorabilia of my youth,
I travel back in time,
Through these relics of my past,
And live through those days again,
Oh such beautiful days!
Oh such lovely days!