SMAP

My heart is a little off
From inside of my small room
No matter how much I strain my eyes
I just can't see it

If someone is praying
Up to the far away sky
If you're hiding
And afraid

I was happy with everything I had
I wander in search of tomorrow, in the gathering shadows
I can only find destruction
I can't love the world as it will be in the future

My eyes, your hands, and our voices
All of them are different from one another
So we live free lives

My skin, your mother, our love
They are miracles that have fallen down
Onto this small planet that floats in space, and is blue

A silent grandfather's feelings go to the father
Passing through time
They continued with all their heart, up the road heavy with harshness

We live, after being born without
Even a little trace of sadness
Let's inherit those feelings
I'll say it until my voice runs out

The heroes of countries at war, and the women at war time
Each are just as important
So life should be valued

There is a gun that is pointed
At our hearts, and no one else's
And we have fearless experssions on our faces

It's been carved in deep
Just like those wounds

My eyes, your hands, and our voices
All of them are different from one another
So we live free lives

My skin, your mother, our love
They are miracles that have fallen down
Onto this small planet that floats in space, and is blue

The heroes of countries at war, and the women at war time
Each are just as important
So life should be valued

There is a gun that is pointed
At our hearts, and no one else's
And we have fearless experssions on our faces

That's right,
I'm afraid of what's in your hands