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
* v' }1 U: l6 L, g( pI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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Staring at the blank page before you
' \8 Z# o' c$ ^Open up the dirty window
8 U9 g% a2 {% |7 P' S- @. g/ m* N2 h4 dLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

, y0 q; v0 O, S( y4 KReaching for something in the distance
1 R$ S5 F) l& r. KSo close you can almost taste it
4 G' n  t) y: [/ Q& \- Q) ^1 jRelease your inhibitions
+ Y! u9 J& Y% G, {2 {* B& sFeel the rain on your skin
8 r: o+ b' H; n$ Y+ p, y0 NNo one else can feel it for you
) ^8 B% k2 I) `Only you can let it in
  F  I4 K% i( o7 d+ H: WNo one else, no one else
: |- c3 f' Y; m- o+ F, OCan speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
9 y! r* t' [: e; I) ]Live your life with arms wide open
$ P' r5 o4 q2 r& o% @8 F+ x, NToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)