I heard the cries of the people looking for their missing family members all night.
Days and nights, even in the middle of the night.
"XXX! Where are you?" They were desperately crying out the names of their relatives.
"XXX! Where are you?" With their Hiroshima accent, they sounded miserable.
It went on all night long. Listening to their cries all night through make you feel cry, or strange that squeezes your body.