The Shenzhen sunset is a love letter to the 996 work schedule.

Soaring 120 meters above Talent Park in Shenzhen Bay,
fingers just leaving the scorching keyboard,
I look up and crash into the embrace of Klein blue fading into fiery clouds.

This city, weaving the future with lines of code,
reveals its softest texture at dusk—
glass facades flowing with honeyed light,
skyscrapers gilded at their edges,
the Spring Bamboo Tower piercing rose-tinted clouds.

Here, technology and romance forge a historic truce.