An-Yi: This image is so twisted that it's hardly readable.
Daiki: That's what an atomic bomb will do.
Bhäraté: All of our polite sensibilities get ripped apart by war.
Chariya: Yeah. [pausing] That's one scenario we must avoid.

In Hiroshima 
How should we feel in a place
considered the world's first atomic grave?

How should we regard verdant leaves 
coming from trunks are scarred by nuclear debris?

How should we interpret the blades of grass
rising boldly above shattered glass?

Representing both hopes and fears
Hiroshima says different things 
to those drawing near: