It's me knocking on the doors
On the doors one after the other
I can't be seen in your eyes
For deaths can't be seen in eyes
It has been some ten years
Since I died in Hiroshima
But I'm still a seven years old girl
Dead children don't grow up
My hair was the first to catch the fire
My eyes burned and charred
I just became a handful of ashes
My ashes got scattered into the air
(There's nothing at all that I'm asking you for myself
Well, a child who burned like a paper can't even eat candies)
I’m knocking on your door...
Aunt, uncle, give a signature...
Children shalln't get killed
So that they are also able to eat candies