In the town at dusk, the mountains get shadowed by a twilight.

Autumn 1946, there were students who clean rubbles. One of the students read loudly a chapter of the Bible.” Alas! Jerusalem, Jerusalem・・・” We all just listened to without understanding. They tore and felt like hearing “Alas, Hiroshima, Hiroshima・・・”
with duplicate of the burned out field in front of them.