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
8 L4 b$ Z; X; iI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

# o1 C$ V$ W% Z$ G& RReaching for something in the distance
! C2 G- Z, X- k4 @% aSo close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
0 t9 e% n4 v0 S) \/ E. E/ N9 L! `Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
; Y' P& Y' q) ^0 T8 S. pOnly you can let it in
5 u' N1 R5 D0 V& S3 \No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
- h. }: w& ]0 l4 t7 e) wDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
' ?8 ]5 P# M+ d4 F( C  fToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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