Original

Mozaiku kakera hitotsu hitotsu tsunagiawasete 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 mietan da
Tsuyogarinagara tsumazukinagara erabinuita michi no ue de
Hagare ochite wa umaranai kakera

Sorezore no iji wo shikitsumeta sekai
Dare ni mo yuzurenai mono ga [bad word] hazu nano ni
Irodori wo ki ni [bad word] 
Mozaiku kakera samazama na iro ya katachi ni miserarenagara
Nozomi sugiteta "Wakage no itari" yo
Kokoro no sukima ai no semento wo shinjite wa nagashikonde [bad word] tokeau koto no nai kakera

Kontorasuto ga kirei dakara gyaku ni dekoboko de ii
Nantonaku junban wo matte naide jibun nari no kotae wo mitsukeyou

Mozaiku kakera azayaka ni utsusu kako no uso mo ayamachi mo [bad word] shimaitai to omoeba omou hodo
Furikaereba soko ni [bad word] sutaato rain mada susunja inai
Mou ichido yume wo hiroi atsumete miyou
Mozaiku kakera hitotsu hitotsu tsunagiawasete egaite yuku
Anata ga kureta deai to wakare mo

English Translation

I'm connecting together and drawing mosaic pieces one by one
As well as the encounter and parting you gave me

I think, "It shouldn't be like this," and go to sleep
And when I awaken, it's the same old unchanging, [bad word] effort
I repeat it meaninglessly

I picked up and gathered the mosaic pieces for "a way to live a good life"
That warped thing seemed beautiful to me
Above the path I chose to the end while I bluffed, while I failed
The pieces came unstuck and fell, and I would not bury them

world spread all over every will
Even though I must have something I can't yield to anyone
I'm worried about the multiple colors

While bewitched by the various colors and shapes in the mosaic pieces
I wished far too much for "youthful indiscretion"
Believing in the cement of love in the gaps in my heart, I washed down
Pieces that will never, ever melt together

Because contrast is beautiful, roughness conversely works well
For some reason, I won't wait for my turn and find my own style of answer

The mosaic pieces brilliantly project the lies and mistakes of my past
The more I think I want to erase them all
The more I still can't advance past the start line there when I turn around
I'll try picking up and gathering my dreams once more
I'm connecting together and drawing mosaic pieces one by one
As well as the encounter and parting you gave me