wandering in the market ,
trapped with peoples around me,
don't know who I am, what I got ?
it seems I owned many things while nothing seems to be meaningful.
to belong or to be belonged seems to be very important sometime,
while, maybe it is just sometimes. what is love ?
what will bring joy ?
maybe , by the end of the day,
is only the peace, can only be dug inside of your soul, no where else.