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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Staring at the blank page before you
8 p6 l! o- ]1 T7 ~4 `Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
  Y( J6 q7 ]5 U. J8 K- O9 tSo close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
7 _6 x6 J/ E) UOnly you can let it in
4 ?: Q: w( C8 c7 y3 r" lNo one else, no one else
0 _1 H2 x0 ~( Q+ h" I  mCan speak the words on your lips
! k! q7 x! e8 {Drench yourself in words unspoken
6 R- M8 a5 ?+ O, D5 s, }Live your life with arms wide open
+ T2 G! K' p6 o* `. N; O8 {Today is where your book begins
# n1 M- {! D; u, `! g# |The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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