I was sure...I had gotten a hold of you already, you, my Venus (1).
But you, Madoka Ayukawa...whimsical as always, just smile
And your eyes, which seem to gaze off at something distant,
Change.

Once, I can't remember when, I thought of how you change all the time,
And said, "You're just like the hydrangea flower."
When I said that, you suddenly cocked your head slightly, and, smiling, said,
"You're making me sound like I'm just a spoiled brat."

The sweet-sour smell of your hair. The milky whiteness of your skin.
You seem to be so close, I could reach out and touch you,
But at the same time, it seems like you'd disappear if I tried.

Madoka...Ayukawa.

I was sure I had gotten a hold of you already--you, my Venus
But you always just watch me from the other side of the train crossing.
I feel like I'm in an aquarium, waiting for you to wave to me
through the glass.
I am a tropical fish that is just waiting.
Kyosuke Kasuga, age 22.
My fifth Christmas Eve spent with you.
I'm planning to write on the card I've gotten for you

NICE TO MEET YOU, MADOKA (2)!

I'm so glad you were born.
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