日漸腐敗的浪漫

語言憑空創造了哲學，
直到人類文明景氣日薄西山；

並非沉迷於悲壯情懷的喟歎，

只是在流行與猜想的恐怖平衡之間，

用AI寫詩談情說愛罷了！

記得遠方城市的捷運裡曾經閉目沉思，

我承認那樣的思想味道有些可口；

而懸疑的線索鋪陳了未來，

故紙堆掩埋不了手機的新潮鈴聲，

誰來資源回收日漸腐敗的浪漫？

       The Daily Decay of Romance

Language conjures philosophy out of void,

Until human civilization wanes like a dying sun;

This is no indulgence in tragic sentiment’s sigh,

But a precarious balance between trend and speculation—

Composing love poems with AI, that’s all.

I recall meditating eyes shut in a distant city’s metro,

I admit the flavor of those thoughts tasted almost delectable;

While clues of suspense map out the future,

Yellowed manuscripts cannot bury the ringtones of new ages—

Who will recycle the daily decay of romance?