I wish yesterday was a dream,
it wasn't,
I want to go home,
Chizuko came after school,
saying she found a way to make me well,
following a legend,
that the gods turn sick into healthy,
when folded a thousand,
She made me a golden paper crane,
my first one,
I'll treasure it
and make a thousand one day,
as Chizuko guided me,
the results lopsided.
Chizuko left, Masahiro came,
with homework,
an offer to hand the birds on my table,
that turned into a promise to hang every bird I made,
even a thousand,
though unaware how many when he made that promise.
Soon the whole family was here,
I'm thrilled,
when they left,
it was lonely,
so I made cranes to lift my spirits,
Eleven, I wish I get better,
Twelve, I wish I get better...