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

4 l8 i+ N: N% B$ RStaring at the blank page before you
1 k9 {) Y5 @: ~% {Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
+ s$ l1 B+ c' K( Q! YRelease your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
$ f; c' o2 a3 E2 O4 DNo one else can feel it for you
0 `  A8 ^) ~: N1 N  c. bOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
: J5 w/ q( s; l6 C/ Z4 |Can speak the words on your lips
5 Y& i9 h7 [6 e9 w- j4 r9 tDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
9 W/ ?% N9 S+ L" n8 o5 {" m% CToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)