When the city's neon falls into slumber,

MoonCats' engine has just awakened—

The red flame chariot tears through the fog, the black-armored knight crushes the tire smoke,

The boiling "MoonCats" on the body is a challenge to speed.

The asphalt is burning, the neon shatters,

The drifting trajectory breaks the boundaries of mediocrity.

This is not just street racing; it is MoonCats composing with a roar:

The engine as the beat, the tire smoke as ink,

Turning the streets into a racetrack, letting rules succumb to the reckless.

When the taillights bite the last trace of dusk,

The entire block remembers this name—

MoonCats,

Using curves as paper, using drifts as a pen,

On urban asphalt,

Writing down the everlasting "wildness" and "freedom." #BRC20 #MoonCats铭文 $BTC