here we go
They say it's an art,
but mine looks more like modern heart
Balancing tofu feels like fate
Tiny bites, but I can't wait
Learning patience bite by bite
One small victory feels just right
I drop the roll, pretend it's cool
Chopsticks clattering, I'm the fool
But every feel's a funny tune
Under this *** lit neon moon
By the end, I get one right
You clap slow under cafe light
It's messy love,
not picture clean But somehow still the sweetest scene
