Japanese

hito wa oroka da ne    hito wa hakanai ne
kizutsukanakereba    inoranai no sa

kami no megumi uke ikite koreta koto
itsu no koro kara ka    wasure

kokoro ni saita    koi mo tsunde
dareka no tame ni    ikite ikenu

hito wa chiisai ne    hito wa utsurou ne
itsuka wa o-sora ni    kaero

sora no niwa de wa ne    minna hohoende
hanareta hito ni    ai wo

chiisai negai    kanau naraba
anata no yami wo    terasu hoshi ni

hito wa chiisai ne    hito wa utsurou ne
itsuka wa o-sora ni    kaero
kaero    kaero

English

People are foolish, aren't they? People are fickle, aren't they? ^[1]
They don't pray unless they're hurt.

They forget, since some time ago,
that they're devoted to living, accepting god's grace.

One cannot live for someone,
pulling up the love that bloomed in the heart.

People are small, aren't they?   People are hollow, aren't they?
Return one day to the heavens.

In the garden of the heavens, everyone smiles,
loving the people they were separated from.

If I could have one small wish come true,
it would be for stars to illuminate your darkness.

People are small, aren't they?   People are hollow, aren't they?
Return one day to the heavens.
Return, return