Every morning, I charge into the battlefield with burning dreams, only to be harvested time and again by the cold scythe.

In the deep of night, I roar at the endless K-lines:

"Why, after giving everything, am I still devoured?"

Until a moment when my soul is pierced:

The market is not the opponent; it is a mirror that reveals demons, where greed and fear have nowhere to hide.

What I have battled all my life is merely the reflection in the mirror.

Livermore etched his wisdom with his life: "Those who follow will prosper, those who resist will perish."

Laozi whispers softly: "The highest good is like water, benefiting all things without contention." I finally understand—no contention.

No more roaring at the market, no more wrestling with emotions, no longer tearing apart the self in the mirror.

The market remains as cold as iron,

But the heart within my chest is so calm that I can hear the sound of blood flowing.

— Dedicated to the figure who confronts the screen in the deep of night, and also to you who still gazes at the starry sky on the edge of the abyss.

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