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I want to see you.
On nights that are a bit lonely, I close my eyes softly.
Your chest is so warm when you embrace by back gently. Just by that warmth, I know it's you.
You did stay by my side after all. You've always watched over me.
It's kind of embarrassing, but burying my face...
I slowly close my eyes, feeling filled with your warmth.
The scent of the gentle sun. Even like this, I feel you near me.
Hold me more, and tangle my hair.
I like you... I like you a lot... I love you... Oh, but, I don't know any stronger words...
How irritating.
Wrapped in the soft scent of the sun, I can be very gentle... And being gentle, I can still persist and go on.
I'm not strong. I'm... a careless, thoughtless girl, and I'll never be able to become well-behaved...
I'm just persevering, full of spirit.
That's all...
I'm not lonely.
You're watching me. You'll hold me tight. So I'll be all right...
On nights when the moon is so pretty I start wanting to cry, I close my eyes softly. I close my eyes softly. So...
I'll be all right...
...I'll be all right.
Poem for Sailor Venus / Aino Minako (Translated by Alex
Glover.)
Good night.
Even when I hang up the phone, I can still hear your voice.
Oh... When I breath a little sigh, it strikes me in my heart.
We'll be able to meet again. When I think that, my heart throbs. What should I do.
I can't sleep tonight.
Even when I try to remember your face, I only hear the refrain of your voice. What's happened... Inside the mirror, my hair after a shower.
It's all right. Today is special. It's the mode of a loving maiden.
In your kind of low voice, it was with difficulty. But you said I'm pretty. I wonder if it's true. I'll try combing up my wet hair and looking a bit prim.
I'm pretty... Is that a line out of a manual, I wonder. How pretty am I, and compared to who, I wonder.
Today is special. It's the mode of a worrying maiden.
We'll be able to meet again tomorrow. How many hours is it now until we'll be able to meet?
The white moonlight shining from the window. The crescent moon like a gentle smile. Come on, don't laugh. The goddess of love is salty. I'm so agitated, what will I do.
The moon, smiling as always, will be hidden by the clouds tomorrow. Don't look sweetly at me, of the goddess of love. I'll deal with it lightly tomorrow.
Telling lies is the beginning of love. The me in the mirror might be just a little pretty...
We'll be able to meet again tomorrow. Will I be able to meet you? We'll be able to meet soon. We'll meet today now...
One sheep, two sheep...
What should I do. I still can't sleep tonight.
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The deep sea, raising all living things everywhere. A great existence enveloping even that sea. Princess. Whatever darkness comes attacking, she is sure to save the world.
But she is too sweet... No, she is too gentle. What if she even lost her life because of that kind heart.
Still, I can't leave it to them. I won't have the princess face any more danger than this. I can't let her dirty her hands.
The sea... The deep sea, raising all living things everywhere. A great existence enveloping even that sea. Princess. Whatever darkness comes attacking, I will be sure to save you.
How many times has it been when night has drawn up on you, and you've lost sight of the sun unnoticed.
The gray clouds mockingly pass by you.
When you realized it, you were left all alone in the endless darkness.
The sky freely crying down keeps striking you when you've lost sight of your dreams. It seems like eternity as you shiver in the violent rain.
Wait! Don't give up!
If you close your heart, soon you won't even be able to see those next to you. If you close your heart, soon you won't even be able to see the important ones next to you.
Just take courage, and open your eyelids, because it will be all right. Come on, it will be all right.
What's important is the courage to not close your eyes.
Slowly... Open them up. Come on, a little more.
Over that hill is... a big rainbow. Can you see it?
The flowers are laughing in the flooding light. The days of glistening wet trees, the gentle winds brushing the grass, the birds dancing in the sky. All of them, all of them are alive.
The important people by your side. The important ones by your side. All of them, all of them believe in you.
So don't give up.
Even stopping, even turning around isn't scary. But if you close your eyes, you can't go forward. The flowers and the grass and the trees, the wind and the birds and the sky, will lend you strength. Look, there is always light by your side.
...Hehe. You smiled.
It's all right. I know you'll be able to find your precious dream.
The road after the rain continues straight on.
It's all right. It's all right.
What's important is believing in everyone. And believing in yourself.
I'm watching you.
...I believe in you.
"Dreams"
Say, Haruka-papa. I wonder, how far does that darkness in the sky go? Is there a pitch-dark wall at the far end? Or is it dark like that for infinity?
Say, Michiru-mama? I wonder where rain comes from. From that city of twilight? Or from the bottom of the sea? I wonder where that puddle that disappeared went.
Say? Setsuna-mama? Why does the dawn come? That beautiful woman in the moonlight withered away. The white butterfly I caught that day with Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama died in the birdcage.
I wonder why. I'm lonely when I close my eyes. All kinds of "wonders", I saw spinning inside the lavendar monitor. Letting a drop of water fall, it spins like a filament. On and on...
Say, Haruka-papa, Michiru-mama, Setsuna-mama? Hold my hand tonight. Stay with me all night long. I want to have happy dreams. Dreams the color of rainbows. Dreams where the people precious to me are smiling with joy.
Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes.
Someday I'll become a wonderful lady. And I'll meet my one single prince.
Then I'm sure I'll have a wonderful love.
One that starts from a sweet kiss, like the way my mom and dad met.
One where our hearts are connected eternally, no matter how far we are apart.
One where my heart becomes happy and full, just by softly murmuring that person's name.
Wearing a thin pink dress with the colors of spring, putting on the ring I secretly borrowed from Mom, I run to the beach park where you're waiting.
Say, Diana... I wonder if someday that day will come.
Running... Running, running, running, and when I turn the next corner... You should be slowly climbing the same hill road. You're not here anymore. This morning I didn't like my hair. I couldn't tie the ribbon on my chest. The depths of my heart were creaking a bit... I'm not opening up to anybody. The secret of the 27 minutes of only my morning.
Spring... When I first laid eyes on you, the figure of your closed-collar uniform from behind was so masculine. In the flower petals dancing like flames, I was always charmed by your gentle eyes.
Summer... Your black sunburned arms sticking out from your white shirt were radiant.
Fall... I first turned my eyes away from your back, with my wristwatch stopped at that 22nd minute...
Winter... When the flowers danced, I picked up the charm dropped from your bag. Without looking up, I handed it to you, and ran away in two seconds.
Say... I wonder when you came to the Hikawa Shrine to buy that charm, the charm for success in school...
Then in the second spring, in the twilight of the slightly opening flower buds, I first caught sight of you on the same hill road after school. You, giving the second chest button to a cute girl with hair reaching to her shoulders, tied back in a pink ribbon. I guess I'll graduate without really knowing your name, your voice, or even your face. Like that time, the season will come again when the flower petals dance like flames.
Oh, the end.
When I finish reading a book, my heart spreads out like a plain. I also have a loneliness like I'm going to look back without being able to feel excited anymore. At those times I turn another page.
I wonder how vast the world can be. I wonder how many variations there can be in the words people have.
But... The one I finished reading now was a very, very short and small love story with just a few words.
Everyone who passes by everyday on the street corner forgets likes it's ordinary.
Before school in the classroom, I go through the still-young heroines.
In the crowds in buildings in the evening, I search for secret love partners I can't tell to anyone.
When the day ends and I'm in bed, the words I've softly repeated so many times.
I wonder what kind of book I'll read tomorrow. A biography would be nice. So would putting together a dictionary of countries I haven't seen yet in the library.
But I'll buy another mountain of thin paperbacks at the bookstore, and put in my favorite bookmark at the park.
Good night. Sweet dreams.
Let's see, let's see, let's see... I'm Tsukino Usagi, a loving girl in eighth grade. This is really strange! When I first met this guy, I thought he was a real big jerk, but I've realized that I've gradually come to like him. Girls are so weird! I wonder if it's all right for me to like a guy who's so stuck up!
But... Every time I see him, for some reason I feel invigorated. What on earth is this wondrous feeling? Every time I see time, each and every day seems more fresh than ever before in my life. *sigh*... I want to make the most beautiful love like this.
Mamoru-san... Tuxedo Kamen-sama... And Endymion-sama of my awakening ancient memories of the past... To be with you, I think I want to become any girl it takes. "I believe in you"... I wonder if that's the same as saying I love you. By the window at night, when I think of you far away, why... Why...?
The empty sea... The white sands on the beach... Early in the morning after studying all night, when I'm caressed by the sea breeze, I always feel refreshed. On the sandy beach, the waves soak my bare feet. I want to be carried away like I'm in the sea. Someday, somewhere, by the wonderful person I know I'll meet. I want to be carried away.
Last night, when I closed by notebook and took a nap, I had a dream. His figure was vague, and I couldn't see well, but... On his light brown skin, a white T-shirt, and long and slender jeans on his legs. A wonderful man. I feel a premonition of love. But then he vanished into the twilight, as if he was swept away by the wind.
I want to be called softly... Even if by just one word... "Ami-chan"... Someday, somewhere, by the wonderful person I know I'll meet. I want him to call me that.
I feel like the person I love is standing in the way. I wonder if I'm being deceived. Love ends when people drift apart. I envision that something large has bended. When I think that, my heart it wounded, and I become unable to stand it.
Sometimes I think I want to be alone, and be free. But maybe I won't do that, because I believe in him. Because I love him. I need him. "Loneliness"... I hate words like that. I always say what I'm thinking, so often I'm disliked. But, that is my gentle feeling. I wonder if it's wrong for me to say things bluntly to the person I can love and believe in.
Maybe it's not created by intimate people, who love each other and believe in their relationship. I feel that when people in love appreciate each other's faults, intimacy is born and nurtured.
Hino Rei. I prefer love hot like a flame. I want to fall in passionate love. I want passionate love, burning thunderously like a flame.
Among all the trees, the sunlight filters through like falling rain. In the city, as well, the hearts of people go past sunset. When I went to my favorite green tree in the woods, and looked at the city, snow fell. When I feel the cold flakes of snow on my body, I become chilled to my heart. White sadness decorates the city. I want to be with the person I've separated from...
"Kino Makoto." That's too boyish. Maybe I can't be more feminine. He said that with a smile when he left. My body may be boyish, but I'm really not. I told him that. But he wouldn't listen, and didn't hear my final words of parting. Please... I want to discuss love slowly. I want you to listen to my feelings.
When I'm by myself on such a lonely night, I start wanting to cry. I have to wake up from my sweet dream soon, but... I'm drowning all by myself, but... I've fallen in love again with the person I met. My weak self is miserable. I can't become an adult.
The forest is enclosed in fog. The densely growing trees are bathed in refreshing green. Winds blow out through the forest, and the pure-white fog spreads over it. Our hot breaths warm each other's cheeks. Who is it? Who is that over there? That man, deep within the green forest. It's you, isn't it.
Withered leaves... Are the yellow leaves proof of adulthood? Or are they a symbol telling the end of love?
It is you. "Aino Minako." One word is fine, call me by that. Are you giving your attention to a new love? If you are, then please don't come to see me. No, that's not it. You don't have to say a thing. You only came in silence to see me. I understand. Your warm sighs bring warmth to my cheeks. For that, I am happy.
The first love... So often, it ends in failure. I'm waiting for a sad ending. In this age, there are many people who have become unable to act with simple kindness. That's sad... I am broken-hearted, with deep wounds. But if there was a girl who's heart was broken in the same way, I would comfort her softly. And then, thinking of her feelings, I would cry. Such pure girls are the kind I love.
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