The Floating World of Cryptocurrency

A big bullish candle, thousands of troops come to meet

Half a big bearish bar, suddenly everyone in the group understands

Contracts leverage, queuing down from the rooftop

Copycat hundredfold dreams, waking up with only transaction fees

K-line frames the door, the big players smile watching the lambs turn yellow

The white paper shines, the project party has booked first class

Exchanges pull the net, the rights protection group leader becomes mute

The big shots are busy calling, Twitter and Weibo all deleted

In a bull market, ten thousand chase, in a bear market, the scolding sounds like thunder

In a bear market, ten thousand pound, in a bull market, it changes back to the teacher

Trading coins in winter warms, faith recharges, no fear of being late

Wallets are empty, only then do we know the cryptocurrency world is all an illusion

(Note from the author: A humorous poem mocking the lives of cryptocurrency enthusiasts, investing requires vigilance against the myth of getting rich quickly, remember the iron law of 'one profit, two breakeven, seven losses', managing idle money is the best strategy)