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

8 Z5 n8 @! u) [0 [Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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- i5 g7 E$ C# x" j. aReaching for something in the distance
) T4 ]& b; \: |8 r0 ]So close you can almost taste it
! r1 p9 w) q* @- E+ s2 ~6 lRelease your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
. w5 }3 ?. u! U. ~4 A9 xNo one else, no one else
1 x' W1 ?- Z, @- N) SCan speak the words on your lips
8 m5 P+ g, P; \; CDrench yourself in words unspoken
" F/ e1 p" n$ Y( x* A  K8 CLive your life with arms wide open
( `( y+ _( `: ?' h) w; ?  lToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)