Mosaic Kakera (Code Geass: Hangyaku no Lelouch|ED2-TV1)
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 ikiru 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 aru hazu na no ni Irodori o ki ni shiteru
MOZAIKU kakera samazama na iro ya katachi ni miserarenagara Nozomisugiteta wakage no itari yo Kokoro no sukima ai no semento o shinjite wa nagashikonde Keshite 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 Keshite shimaitai to omoeba omou hodo Kurikaereba soko ni aru 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 fruitless 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 becoming 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