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
