When will our world return peace

I very like drawing on the cloth.When the brush across the fabric, just like the rhythm of breathing, then I having peace of mind.

I often dream of the year,Dreamed many things, many peoples, those things seem to happen once before, also seemed haven't yet happened. Those people, watching the familiar, but are even stranger.I tried to put these dreams drawing into the cloth,mingled with the sound of mosquito pest hiss in the middle of the night .