Along the high way in the city of nowhere
Kate lives alone
With her baby
The baby
For short and for long
It all starts from a point
A point on the paper
With vacancy inside out
The only imperfect blot
Finally romanced
Now, an announcement of existence
We all know
There is no better thing than
When you staring the baby’s face
Watching her every small move
Tongue on the nose, fingers in the mouth
You hear
The flow of water
A crystal river
The flow of light
A cluster of massive information
No shape, no weight, no density, nothing
They connected
Head to tail
Looping around
Formed the entire universe
So she’s alone
Along baby’s crying
Like along with the violin
