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 ikiru 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 aru hazu nano ni Irodori wo ki ni shiteru
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 Keshite 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 Keshite shimaitai to omoeba omou hodo Furikaereba soko ni aru 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
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, fruitless 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
A 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
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 ikiru 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 aru hazu nano ni Irodori wo ki ni shiteru
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 Keshite 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 Keshite shimaitai to omoeba omou hodo Furikaereba soko ni aru 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
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, fruitless 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
A 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