最后一英里以慢动作展开：干裂的嘴唇默念着分段时间的计算，路边的水坑倒映出我扭曲的身影——一个摇晃却坚持不懈的钟摆。
The final mile unfurled in slow motion: cracked lips mouthing split-time calculations, roadside puddles reflecting my distorted silhouette——a wobbling yet relentless pendulum.
