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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. L' p( P: {+ A/ v. ]  h# DStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

5 Y6 v/ ~' N) w6 ?: c$ g& U1 SReaching for something in the distance
$ I1 P" m4 A. ]1 GSo close you can almost taste it
8 B+ `0 O$ E. s  d: E: @Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
3 [, e0 R8 A, h. i1 _  ONo one else can feel it for you
( {: Q0 Y$ {- p9 Y- }Only you can let it in
3 S* V2 c% I' ?( GNo one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
/ i8 L; X, r  C. I, t1 N3 @Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
) T8 U0 T8 ~/ D; X( j( LToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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+ m9 a' z3 t+ \* H  H- ^Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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