Feeling bored, here's a poem "The Coin Return" for everyone!
In the sea of coins, one suffers losses all around.
Chains are all traps, levels become void.
Meme and VC both fall, old coins collapse with new coins.
Ten million market cap is the peak, a hundred thousand market cap is also a summit.
While others celebrate with a hundred times return, I alone float green in a full position.
Yesterday cut fifty thousand, today cut one hundred thousand, accumulating three hundred thousand as cash flow for the month;
At the beginning of the month, I look forward to a new chapter, in the middle of the night, I dream back to the original, the market cap turns to nothing.
Trying a hundred coins, a hundred failures, not a single one relieves the heart's worries.
Originally thought I was trading for wealth, but it turned into a cycle of sin —
Every buy is a penalty from fate;
Every holding is a shackle of the soul.
