It Matters No More

The golden fields may call again
But I’d be far away—I have been walking since morning
I’d only hope that the calling does not reverberate
Just like the incessant wailing of the people of the land
Maybe I’m just making it up as if it cares
But nothing matters anymore
My vagabond life has no root
It matters no more
Azure skies and cloudy days have become one
The bloody rivers have formed a unidirectional stream
And it’s most unlikely the blends of clouds and skies
Or anything else would stop me, re-offer me a chance
Live like a normal person, getting rid of this crouching back
But nothing matters anymore
My vagabond life has no root
It matters no more
But for the blue and green mountains I long
White ibises that appear when March arrives
No, it matters no more
My vagabond life has no root
Nothing matters anymore
And I’m not coming back. Anymore
If only your god can help me fall off the Earth
I bet I’ll start worshiping for anything that heals separation
With no life we are just the same: living or dead
Green and yellow fields and greyish memories and cerulean skies hold me in
Only life is marking the path and I’m far away from home already.