Still in the hospital,
though I'm feeling better,
I can't deny I have leukemia,
though I heard some patients have recovered,
so why I can't I too?
On good days I'm busy,
doing my homework,
writing letters to friends and pen pals,
play games, telling riddles, and singing songs.
During the evenings I folded cranes,
from colored papers from the bamboo class,
scraps from Dad's barbershop,
to medicine wrappings from packages,
And Masahiro kept his promise,
hanging every crane I made
over three hundred and perfectly made.