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。
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holycow

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
& {6 c* t" q; P0 h" b: J8 |6 lOpen up the dirty window
# Q! Z  B: g$ c0 wLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

1 B1 w7 [: l5 A) p8 Y5 t6 RReaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
5 k; {* Y& X+ z3 Y" Z) ~Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
5 D  U$ ]9 a5 `0 c. VOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
* ~- J6 `, ^( D: M$ kDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
$ E* z$ L' Z( r& nToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)