What do you think the meaning behind it is? Under the gazebo by the sea, my dear darling Sayaka and I sit drinking tea. For me, she ties a red ribbon around my neck. A silken noose of innocence. On the sunny day In the silence we hear the wave of the sea. We play chess:,the king taking down the queen. At first, I thought this was a little too easy until she conned me laughter erupted from both of us.   We raise our glasses, Clink our porcelain cups, and the wind carries the sound like distant, silver bells. She asks me, what would I like to eat day after day hour after hour we do this in my dreams. Je sais que tout cela est imaginaire, mais je ne veux pas partir.   Under the gazebo by the sea it was a moonlight night when my Darling Sayaka and I were eating finest sweets in all the land. Mini croissants that melt like spiders on the tongue,  Parfait the color of drowned roses.  je me demande si c'est tous un rêve. I hear the screams of the living. I hear the begging of the ones who died. Quelque chose ne va pas ; je dois partir avant qu'elle ne me dévore.   She whispered softly in my ear, not loud, not real, but always hear this time she tells me to eat the heavenly feast bestowed on me. As I feast, I ask her what she would like to eat? delighted, she kisses my cheek like an angel death, something bittersweet laced with no grotesquerie. Her lips could only ever be sweet for me.  Nos lèvres déchireront nos âmes jour après jour et après heure encore et encore jusqu'à ce que l'abîme la revendique elle et moi une fois que j'ai cessé de vivre dans ce rêve, je lui enlèverai sa culpabilité avec notre baiser de mort, ma chère chérie Sayaka. She tells me we will just have to wait and see.   Day after day hour after hour, we do this in my dreams under the gazebo by the sea Sayaka cannot stop staring at me. Her blue eyes deeper than the ocean that waits below. Nous étions amis, n'est-ce pas ? Elle ne ferait jamais rien pour me blesser. The ocean tide begins to rise. I fear that one day it will drown me. If this be my second death I would not want this scene to never die. If she and I cannot die, when time is dead there’s no reason for the ocean to rise. When these words bleed out, I still fear that the ocean is one day going to drown me, but that won’t matter because I have Sayaka with me and she’s all I ever need.   When I’m with her of the sea never rise, yet I will always feel her, the ocean-blue eyes of my dear darling Sayaka watching, waiting, smiling. She asked me if I enjoyed her desserts: before offering me another sweet. She tells me every detail on how it was made. Not paying attention I drowned into her ocean eyes a little bit too deep. But before I drowned she grabbed my hand back to safety being saved by her has always been my dream.   She asked me if I was okay and I told her I was pleased that Il ne l'a créée que pour qu'elle m'aime.. She told me that was sweet and told me to finish my parfait before it gets soggy. Freezing I felt the old illness rising again,  heavy, familiar, rotting from within A wind blew out of a cloud, cold and chilling. Or maybe it was the feeling of her kiss croissant sweetness laced with something older than the sea, the faint rot of spiders on her tongue.     Her sweet smile never faltered. Captivating it was taking and reaping my soul. The frost on my bones melted into sudden spring. Petals drifted where snow should have been. Under the gazebo by the sea, me and her were drinking tea.         Sortez-moi de là, sortez-moi de là, je ne veux pas rester. Je ne veux pas souffrir pour mes péchés. I must be forgetting something. That’s what my delusions are telling me.   I forgot how many hours and days my dear darling Sayaka and I have been under this gazebo by the sea. That’s right how can I forget it’s our 4,745 anniversary? Cela aura-t-il même de l'importance lorsque le rêve prendra fin ? Chaque jour est notre anniversaire. Every second every minute every hour of the day matters when I’m with her because every day is our anniversary, to delight her I asked her what does she want to feast.   The smell of salt, decay and rot all the rushing out towards me. The ocean tide begins to rise, demons, hands, reaching for me.  She ties the red ribbon around my neck, beheading me.  My head rolls on her platter. The angels intentionally made her have a feast,  like the parfaits we use to eat, they use their forks to take a bite out of me. My taste is one that stings your tongue, rots your teeth, and stays forever.   The Demons reach out for the feast, taking my decomposing body, flooding me. The gazebo sinks under the sea. My soul forever separate from my dear darling. In her heaven, I imagine she is still having tea. While in hell I have a longing for her to reunite with me. Goodbye, my dear darling Sayaka. I won’t forget how the angels and demons took you away from me. I’ll miss you until I forget everything about me and this gazebo by the sea.   Yet even now, in the dark between deaths, I still hear the clink of porcelain cups, still taste the sweetness of drowned roses, still feel the red ribbon freezing around my throat. I still remember remember how memory rotted into something sweet And somewhere, under a gazebo that no longer stands, my dear darling Sayaka smiles, blue eyes deeper than any ocean, waiting for me to answer once more what I would like to eat day after day, hour after hour, In hell I imagine we stayed talking in this dream I and she under the gazebo by the sea.