流光之間

The golden afterglow of the sunset spreads across the streets, light drifting over the asphalt like a delicate shimmer. The rush of passing cars weaves a rhythm, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, but never ceasing. As I walk, my steps unconsciously sync with the city's pulse. Is it waiting for me, or am I chasing it? The thought lingers in the air like an unfinished note.

At the street corner, a glass window reflects my silhouette, softly outlined by the surrounding glow. Is it the city lights that make everything gleam, or does the radiance come from within? The answer doesn’t matter. I keep walking, letting the golden light envelop me, as if dissolving into the rhythm of the world.