一万个企业，
像一万片叶子，
被秋风吹向
那个叫做”效率”的
深渊。

我们站在崖边，
递出一根绳子
名字是AI。

它真的能拉住谁？
还是只是让坠落
看起来有序了一些？

Ten thousand enterprises,
Like ten thousand leaves,
Swept by the autumn wind toward
That abyss called
“Efficiency”.

We stand at the cliff’s edge,
Handing down a rope
Named AI.

Can it truly hold anyone back?
Or does it just make the fall
Look a little more orderly?