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
( ^" R3 F$ z- B; w% PI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
- M& N# ~$ E. ZLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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, u/ Z3 F2 T3 R9 |; @# W* iReaching for something in the distance
% q# Z$ Y$ m$ w# [So close you can almost taste it
$ P2 b# W0 C' MRelease your inhibitions
1 z8 w% B: z3 Z4 I- R$ R$ RFeel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
% N9 s" z5 q+ A+ J  sOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
' p2 A7 u+ a" s+ MLive your life with arms wide open
6 `4 n( V, i1 y! tToday is where your book begins
8 g5 G$ V3 \5 z  z) v8 r, a) }2 cThe rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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