一百二十五号作品：雨夜

山菊

人生有没有意义我不知道。我知道的是真正去了解自己是件很有意思的事~~~只有走入人心（尤其是自己的内心），才能走出浅薄，走向成熟。

holycow

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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: Z( X% Z, e' |& vStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
; f7 Q4 g& R0 B, O/ P: sLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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# W4 `2 y9 W6 DReaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
- }9 z) t5 R( \. V8 p% h$ P# gOnly you can let it in
" W/ s& C+ v1 r/ B8 E6 MNo one else, no one else
5 t" G# S7 @' {, VCan speak the words on your lips
  o! j  y. m3 mDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
! n8 p# I5 L- G/ j& o7 CToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)