Mosaic Kakera (モザイクカケラ?)

I'll put together the mosaic pieces one by one
And make up the picture of the encounter and parting that you gave me

“That wasn't supposed to happen”, I think as I go to sleep
When I wake up, it never changes, still fruitless as ever
The same meaningless repetition

I gathered up the mosaic pieces “As a way to live well”
That distorted thing looked beautiful
On the road I chose as I stumbled, pretending to be strong
The pieces that have come off won't fill the gaps

In this world, covered in everyone's respective nature
I thought I'd have something I couldn't give anyone else
But the colours are bothering me

As the mosaic pieces showed me their respective colours and shapes
I kept on wishing to be let off for my youth
As soon as I believe in the cement of love in my heart, it flows away
Leaving pieces that will never melt

The contours can be reversed, the contrast is pretty
I won't wait my turn, I'll find my own answer

The mosaic pieces show vividly the lies and mistakes of the past
The more I want to get rid of them
When I look back I see the starting line there, I still haven't moved
I'll try to gather up my dreams again
I'll put together the mosaic pieces one by one
And make up the picture of the encounter and parting that you gave me