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
" B1 y- j: P" Y  I( y5 }2 lI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
: E1 ?7 ^) X& H  e; f! Y+ YOpen up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
% D8 G6 V. j- E$ ?Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
( k; d+ q( v) xNo one else can feel it for you
0 g3 e2 f( N$ h/ n( E; YOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
) F9 X8 m; O* D8 uCan speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
8 h4 x5 j. _( |- R( HToday is where your book begins
- I9 S  m3 ]% O$ d  f) TThe rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)