yang tertinggal

残り物
no-ko-ri.mo-no.
"yang tertinggal"


Barang yang ga sengaja jatuh, tertinggal.
Tanpa kamu sadari, kamu meninggalkan sesuatu, di suatu tempat.
Kamu tidak pernah sadar dan tidak pernah tahu.
Barang itu terus menunggu, di tempat yang sama, keadaan yang sama, terlantar.
Ketika kamu sadar, pergilah ke tempat itu dan kamu akan menemukannya.
Dia tidak berpindah, di posisi yang sama, lecetan yang sama, bentuk yang sama, tidak berpindah.
Tetapi, tanpa kamu sadari, barang itu, dia, berubah.
Dia terus menunggu di tempat yang sama, di tempat kamu meninggalkannya, dia, memudar.
Hari dan hari berlalu, di tempat yang sama, dia memudar.


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