Lyric

I claim my bench in warm sunlight

Rummaging through my plastic bag

One is a rice ball, one is a fried chicken lunch—

The view and my hunger, perfectly matched

I peel the lid, take a deep breath

And now, the moment of truth begins—

I snap the disposable chopsticks

And the laws of the universe collapse!

They split in vain!

All I ever wanted was a perfect break

But why—why today of all days—

They split in vain!

One side’s a spear, sharp and absurd

A tiny rebellion... by disposable wood

Every bite of chicken makes it sway

This isn’t cutlery—it’s clearly a weapon

Mocking me in silent contempt

A little hell in the quiet of lunch

My hand shakes, the chopsticks rebel

I pray no one sees

This portrait of defeat

They split in vain!

All I wanted was a clean, straight line

But once again, you betray me today—

They split in vain!

It’s not rage, it’s not sorrow, this strange emotion

I gently tie the paper sleeve shut

An incident in peaceful daylight

A small pain I can’t confess

Still, I will rise again—

Yes, again and again

They split in vain!

This absurd, crooked twist of fate

Again today, you rise against me—

They split in vain!

Even if you break, I never will

Tomorrow… tomorrow, I’ll win