[Intro – Vintage stride style jazz piano, warm vinyl, footsteps on old wood floor] [china clinking softly - cups placed on saucers - teapot set down]] [humming 40s-style melody] hmm... hmm hmm... [stirring spoon - ting ting ting] はい…お茶の時間です。 A lovely day for Tea, yes [Verse 1 – Warm jazz, brushed drums enter, speak-singing style, cheerful preparation] Silver polished, napkins pressed, every detail at its best お茶の準備… steam is rising, お菓子 arranged, quite appetizing [clock ticks in rhythm with jazz] Three o'clock, the perfect hour, fresh-cut roses, every flower standing straight, no petals wrong… I’ve been waiting oh so long [small laugh, soft and gentle] They’ll be so pleased when they arrive. I’ve made everything perfect… as always [Transition – Music continues, clock chimes three times] [three soft chimes. then silence] …strange. They’re usually so prompt [footsteps to the door - old hinges creak] [pause] Ah... of course. There you are Please, come in… [chair scraped out – hollow wooden echo] How wonderful you look today お客様... please, sit down. [pouring tea sound, steady stream, faint steam hiss] [piano continues, but now a faint ghost-reverb bleeds at the edges] [Verse 2 – Same jazz melody, but haunted and hollow] The kettle sighs, I pour the tea, each cup filled just right, you see. Darjeeling for you... どうぞ, and chamomile for dear Sue [cup placed - delicate clink] My, such stories you all bring… how you make this old heart sing The roses look lovely, don't they? そうですね... yes, I thought so too. [clock ticks but rhythm slightly off now] どうぞ、もっと召し上がれ。 Oh there is so much to sharé~ もう一杯... there's always more. [vinyl crackle thickens, jazz bass detunes a quarter-step] [Instrumental Break – Jazz piano solo with wrongness creeping in] [piano solo falters—one wrong note, quickly corrected] [cup clinks as percussion - ting ting clink clink] [vinyl crackle swells, bass warps slightly then steadies but sounds aged, distant] [Bridge – Reality Flickers, Jazz Warps] [piano softens–held chord detuned] [vinyl crackle widens, room tone becomes hollow] 待って… wait… How long have I been here? いつから…? Since when? The light… hasn’t changed at all… [teacup touched, porcelain clink, faint echo] ただここに座っている、 何度も同じ夢を見る。 Just sitting here… dreaming the same dream again and again. 客はいない… 分かっている… I know… there are no guests… なのに “いる” と言ってしまう。 And yet… my mouth says “you’re here.” [pouring sound resumes, looping softly] どうぞ... another cup? Of course, you never refuse [gentle chuckle, cup clink] Such delightful company... 永遠に... forever, just us three 私は一人じゃない、 決して一人にはならない。 I’m not alone… I will never be alone. [starts humming again—same melody as the intro, but slower, trance-like] hmm… hmm hmm… [teacup pouring repeats looping] [Instrumental Outro – Jazz rises once, then dissolves into distant crackle] [piano softens, motif fading like a memory replaying itself] [vinyl hiss remains a moment longer, then disappears]