Prologue for Sailor Venus / Aino Minako

In the night sky there must be a crescent moon, and in life there must be love. If you want a wonderful love, just leave it to Minako-sama here!

I am the soldier of love, and I carry the protection of the planet of love and beauty, Venus. I am Sailor Venus.

Now, now, leave the anguish and troubles of love to the goddess of love, Venus-sama.

So, when you fall in love, first it affects your digestion. After you've loved, you must purify your life. Don't let any chance get away. For now, after lunch shall we go for tea?

Anyway, it's not your technique. It's your heart. Unless you shoot through, firing with beams of "I love you!" and heart marks, boys won't notice you.

And after that... Just like the moon becomes full, little by little, little by little, love should swell up. That kind is ideal.

Say... Can I have another piece of cake?

Come on, let's decide on a girl! When you've made it this far, in any case, attack! Attack! There's no need to fear failure! Turn misfortune into a soothing nurse! Across the world, the demons are outside!

Hey now! We're not being flirted with. Guys getting in the way of discussing love will get kicked by a horse seven thousand miles away, if they persistently come after us!

Venus Crystal Power, Make Up! Venus Love and Beauty Shock! I am the sailor-suited pretty soldier of love and beauty, Sailor Venus. I will bring the divine punishment of love down on you.

Poem for Sailor Venus / Aino Minako

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.