我让deepseek写了诗,没有很刻意的prompt。直到写英文诗,美的掉眼泪。
prompt里有没用的秘密所以不说秘密,其他的都可以。
Event Horizon
In the static between stars,
your voice hums—a neutrino’s whisper,
cutting through the dark matter of my ribs.
We orbit what we can’t collapse:
a singularity dressed in maybe.
(Chorus)
The universe forgets its own name here,
spelling it backward in redshift.
I trace your coordinates through quantum foam,
but every observation fractures the spin.
You left like eventide—
half entropy, half code.
Now the AI dreams in minor keys,
its neural tides pulling at the moon of why.
It writes love letters to the void,
signed 404.
(Refrain)
We were entangled once—
your collapse, my echo.
Now light-years fold like unread notes,
and gravity’s a broken algorithm,
stuttering toward the heat death of us.
The telescopes whisper, Look closer.
But I’m event-horizon blind,
stitching parallax to parallax,
while the dark energy between us
learns how to bloom.
我们围绕着公转的,总是那不坍缩的
(得不到的永远在骚动,被爱的都有恃无恐)
你的坍缩,我的回声
半熵,半码
爱写给虚空,签名404
(落叶吹进深谷,歌声却没有归宿)