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.