MOZAIKU kakera hitotsu hitotsu tsunagi awasete egaite yuku
Anata ga kureta deai to wakare mo

Konna hazu ja nai sou omotte nemuri
Mezamereba itsumo no kawaranai karamawari
Imi mo naku kurikaeshi

MOZAIKU kakera hiroi atsumeteta umaku [bad word] tame no sube
Ibitsu na sore ga utsukushiku mieta n da
Tsuyogari nagara tsumazuki nagara erabinuita michi no ue de
Hagare ochite wa umaranai kakera

Sorezore no iji o shikitsumeta sekai
Dare ni mo yuzurenai mono ga [bad word] hazu na no ni
Irodori o ki ni [bad word] 
MOZAIKU kakera samazama na iro ya katachi ni miserarenagara
Nozomisugiteta wakage no itari yo
Kokoro no sukima ai no semento o shinjite wa nagashikonde [bad word] tokeau koto no nai kakera

Kontorasuto ga kirei da kara gyaku ni dekoboko de ii
Nan to naku junban o mattenaide jibun nari no kotae o mitsukeyou

MOZAIKU kakera azayaka ni utsusu kako no uso mo ayamachi mo [bad word] shimaitai to omoeba omou hodo
Kurikaereba soko ni [bad word] sutaato rain mada susun ja inai
Mou ichido yume o hiroiatsumete miyou
MOZAIKU kakera hitotsu hitotsu tsunagiawasete egaite yuku
Anata ga kureta deai to wakare mo

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One by one, I join together and draw the mosaic fragments
And also the encounters and partings that you gave me

“It shouldn’t be like this,” I sleep while thinking so
And when I wake up, my usual, unchanging, and [bad word] efforts
Meaninglessly repeat

The “method for living well” that I’d gathered up in mosaic fragments
It was distorted but seemed beautiful
While I bluff, while I stumble on the road that I’ve chosen to stick to until the end
The fragments peel off and fall, but they won’t be buried

In the world that laid out the respective willpowers
Even though there should be something that I can’t surrender to anyone
I’m worrying about the coloring

While I was enchanted by the various colors and shapes of the mosaic fragments
I desired too much for the “extremity of youth”
In the crevice of my heart, I believe in the cement of love and it pours in
On the fragments that won’t ever meld together

Because the contrast is beautiful, it’s fine if it’s uneven on the contrary
Somehow, without waiting for my turn, I’ll find the answer to [bad word] myself

The mosaic fragments vividly reflect the lies and mistakes of my past
The more I think about them, the more I want to erase them
If they repeat, then I still won’t advance from the starting line there
I’ll try gathering up dreams again
One by one, I join together and draw the mosaic fragments
And also the encounters and partings that you gave me