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Yining - Letters to You in My Diary (Music Video)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2Z0Vm... Instagram:   / yining._.z   Hi everyone, I'm back with a new song, and my first ever music video! Part music video and part travel vlog, the video was filmed by friends (❤️) and myself, using an iPhone 14 Pro and a tripod, and edited in iMovie. It contains clips from two trips I took this spring — to Cuba (the first new country I visited since pre-pandemic), and to Europe (my first ever solo trip). This song was actually the first song I finished out of the four songs I have released so far (back in October 2020), and I am so excited to finally share it with the world! 😊 Lyrics: Darling, life has been frustrating lately Holding tight onto a country That doesn’t want me here Darling, I feel like I’ve been drowning Choking on responsibilities that I don’t want And I write letters to you in my diary Begging to escape, far away, just the two us Driving to the seaside, reading in the fading light In my letters to you in my diary You whisk me away, far away from the life we know Cool adventure guy, you just have to tell me where to go These days, motivation’s hard to find Digging for it in my mind I wonder what I’m working for If only, I could be in your arms one more time You give me the hope to see the light at the finish line And I write letters to you in my diary Begging to escape, far away, just the two us Driving to the seaside, reading in the fading light In my letters to you in my diary You whisk me away, far away from the life we know Cool adventure guy, you just have to tell me where to go We could go to mountains, rivers, both near and far Or fall asleep in the desert under the stars Doesn’t matter where as long as it’s with you As long as I get to explore the world with you I write letters to you in my diary Begging to escape, far away, just the two us Driving to the seaside, reading in the fading light And I write letters to you in my diary Only for my eyes, tucked away, that you’ll never see Sometimes it is best to keep wishes as fantasies