Resaang Open Editions

Beneath a sky of twilight hues,  
In Shibuya"s embrace, the day renews.  
The evening express whispers by,  
A fleeting shadow under a painted sky.

Neon signs flicker as lanterns sway,  
Capturing moments as night meets day.  
The train"s soft sigh, the city"s breath,  
A canvas alive, where light weds with depth.

In this urban symphony, the notes are clear,  
The end of the day is the start of cheer.  
As tracks hum the tune of the coming night,  
The Twilight Express fades into the light.