It is not my battle ,
it belongs to somebody else.
I wanna peace,
I don't wanna struggle.
I've grown up,
or I am already old.
But I wish harmony
have no wish to hurry.
I'll walk calmly
will breathe fresh air.
will count beetles on the ground.
I don't see the point in running ,
making fuss
I am dreaming of a turtle , but alive and human.