Asano Park, refuge for the wounded.
Soldiers without any brown eyes to see.
Cold water poisoned by bodies and bomb
The fish are not safe to eat in this pond.
Drinking and retching, dehydration ensues
Eating and retching, something to we're used.
We've all got the sickness, our hair's falling out.
But we don't want to give our minds to the doubt.
Doctors are missing, relieve us of pain.
Your pity and anger are felt through the skin.
The condition I'm in, with small purple spots.
All over the place, anemia, disgrace.
My cuts all are wounds that they simply won't heal.
Burnt into the ground is my tainted meal.
A cripple am I, and my lover is gone.
He refuses to love me now that I belong,
To these 'Hibakusha';
"Bomb-affected persons".
I'm woozy and weak each day my order worsens.
My blood count is too low but I shall get through.
And soon I know that we will start up anew.
Even though Emperor has surrendered,
I will journey on even though I am hindered.
In my city of Hiroshima…