I'm the one knocking your doors
The doors one by one
I can't be seen by your eyes
Dead people cannot be seen by your eyes
Since i died in Hiroshima
Some decades had passed
I'm a seven year old girl
Dead children cannot be grown up
My hair caught fire, first
My eyes burnt evaporated
I became a handful of ashes
My ashes thrown into the air
(There is nothing I want of myself from you
The child who burns like a paper cannot eat even candy)
I'm knocking your doors
Uncle, aunt, grant me a signature
Children should not be killed
They could eat candy, too